Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... present member , because he returns to them with so many new and strong claims on their admiration and suffrages . Middlesex is but one county , nor should we much regret Mr. Hume losing it , while , both in England and Scotland , so ...
... present member , because he returns to them with so many new and strong claims on their admiration and suffrages . Middlesex is but one county , nor should we much regret Mr. Hume losing it , while , both in England and Scotland , so ...
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... present Ministers should be distinctly informed of the relation in which they stand , as well to their old oppo- nents , as to the people at large . Their situation is a peculiar one in the annals of this country ; and from many ...
... present Ministers should be distinctly informed of the relation in which they stand , as well to their old oppo- nents , as to the people at large . Their situation is a peculiar one in the annals of this country ; and from many ...
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... present Government , and point to the only means by which they can hope to continue in existence . The present ministers have been maintained in office , solely to carry the Reform Bill . They have been supported by the people against ...
... present Government , and point to the only means by which they can hope to continue in existence . The present ministers have been maintained in office , solely to carry the Reform Bill . They have been supported by the people against ...
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... present case , however , we hardly precede the popular feeling . Distrust begins very distinctly to be entertained by the people at large ; and we are doing no more than giving it expres- sion . Let us not be misunderstood , and thus ...
... present case , however , we hardly precede the popular feeling . Distrust begins very distinctly to be entertained by the people at large ; and we are doing no more than giving it expres- sion . Let us not be misunderstood , and thus ...
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... present , still there is no justification for taxing knowledge . Raise a revenue if you will : but never tax in- struction . Tax any thing , or every thing , but that . The taxes on knowledge pro- duce little more than half - a ...
... present , still there is no justification for taxing knowledge . Raise a revenue if you will : but never tax in- struction . Tax any thing , or every thing , but that . The taxes on knowledge pro- duce little more than half - a ...
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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.