Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... NIGHT - BURIAL AT SEA ... 68 SOME LATE PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF JOHN BULL , ESQ . 72 HYMN ON THE PASSING OF THE REFORM BILLS BY THE AUTHOR OF ( 6 CORN LAW RHYMES " ........ 83 IRELAND IN THE NINETEENTH , AND SCOTLAND IN THE SIXTEENTH ...
... NIGHT - BURIAL AT SEA ... 68 SOME LATE PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF JOHN BULL , ESQ . 72 HYMN ON THE PASSING OF THE REFORM BILLS BY THE AUTHOR OF ( 6 CORN LAW RHYMES " ........ 83 IRELAND IN THE NINETEENTH , AND SCOTLAND IN THE SIXTEENTH ...
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... Night - burial at Sea , " " Eikon Basilike , " " The Spring Day , " Captain Calder Campbell , and several other Contributors , shall speedily appear . To all of our Correspondents we return our sincere thanks for their readiness to ...
... Night - burial at Sea , " " Eikon Basilike , " " The Spring Day , " Captain Calder Campbell , and several other Contributors , shall speedily appear . To all of our Correspondents we return our sincere thanks for their readiness to ...
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... NIGHT ... 298 THE HISTORY OF A STONE OF TAXED FLOUR : BY THE AUTHOR OF LAW RHYMES ” . 66 CORN 299 THE BOAR SONG .... .........、、、 SONNETS TO IONE .. ............ CHARACTERISTICS OF THE GENIUS OF SCOTT , BY HARRIET MARTINEAU .... 301 ...
... NIGHT ... 298 THE HISTORY OF A STONE OF TAXED FLOUR : BY THE AUTHOR OF LAW RHYMES ” . 66 CORN 299 THE BOAR SONG .... .........、、、 SONNETS TO IONE .. ............ CHARACTERISTICS OF THE GENIUS OF SCOTT , BY HARRIET MARTINEAU .... 301 ...
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... night ? " said the peasant . " The Earl goes in his penance to the great Church , " replied the townsman ; " and thereafter the Blanche Rose shall be your lady ; and let no man nor maiden think her slight , because the silk mitten was ...
... night ? " said the peasant . " The Earl goes in his penance to the great Church , " replied the townsman ; " and thereafter the Blanche Rose shall be your lady ; and let no man nor maiden think her slight , because the silk mitten was ...
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... night ; and the dew and the rain watered it in the heat , and the breeze kissed it in the morn- ing , and said , God bless thee , and HE did bless it , till it was the fair- est of the earth - and the trees bent over to keep it from the ...
... night ; and the dew and the rain watered it in the heat , and the breeze kissed it in the morn- ing , and said , God bless thee , and HE did bless it , till it was the fair- est of the earth - and the trees bent over to keep it from the ...
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Стр. 332 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Стр. 331 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Стр. 332 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Стр. 331 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Стр. 29 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Стр. 331 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 341 - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
Стр. 333 - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Стр. 333 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Стр. 102 - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.