Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 66William Blackwood, 1849 |
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... face , sir , that you are one of the finest looking old men- NORTH . Elderly gentlemen , if you please , sir . BULLER . In Britain , in Europe , in the World . I am perfectly serious , sir . You are . NORTH . You needed not to say you ...
... face , sir , that you are one of the finest looking old men- NORTH . Elderly gentlemen , if you please , sir . BULLER . In Britain , in Europe , in the World . I am perfectly serious , sir . You are . NORTH . You needed not to say you ...
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... face is twice the breadth it used to be - and so red ! It used to be narrow and pale . Then , what a bushy head - now , cocker it as he will , bald . In figure was he not slim ? Now , stout's the word . Stout - stout - yes , Buller ...
... face is twice the breadth it used to be - and so red ! It used to be narrow and pale . Then , what a bushy head - now , cocker it as he will , bald . In figure was he not slim ? Now , stout's the word . Stout - stout - yes , Buller ...
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... face after another kept ever and anon looking in upon me - all with one expression ! And one familiar voice after another - all with one tone - kept muttering at me- " He's still in the Sulks ! " How I hated them with an intenser hatred ...
... face after another kept ever and anon looking in upon me - all with one expression ! And one familiar voice after another - all with one tone - kept muttering at me- " He's still in the Sulks ! " How I hated them with an intenser hatred ...
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... face . It was a lonesome attic , and I had the fear of ghosts . But not then -- my superstitious fancy was quelled by my troubled heart . Had I not deserved to be allowed to go ? Did they not all know that all my happiness in this life ...
... face . It was a lonesome attic , and I had the fear of ghosts . But not then -- my superstitious fancy was quelled by my troubled heart . Had I not deserved to be allowed to go ? Did they not all know that all my happiness in this life ...
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... face of the fields it runs into the Ditches - the first unavoidable receptacles - these pour into the rivers - the rivers into the river mouths — and then you are in the Sea . Go on , sir , go on . BULLER . NORTH . I am amazed - I am ...
... face of the fields it runs into the Ditches - the first unavoidable receptacles - these pour into the rivers - the rivers into the river mouths — and then you are in the Sea . Go on , sir , go on . BULLER . NORTH . I am amazed - I am ...
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Стр. 20 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Стр. 608 - Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Стр. 621 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Стр. 630 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Стр. 629 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Стр. 612 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Стр. 335 - we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Стр. 244 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Стр. 607 - Be innocent of the knowledge , dearest chuck , Till thou applaud the deed. — Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Стр. 360 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes while all around is torn ' By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn ; Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.