Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 17William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1850 |
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... reader anxious that peace at last and prosperity would not be only visitors and wayfarers in the land . Dr. Chal- mers possessed this kind of interest in Ireland , and one rising still higher , from other and nobler sources ; and ...
... reader anxious that peace at last and prosperity would not be only visitors and wayfarers in the land . Dr. Chal- mers possessed this kind of interest in Ireland , and one rising still higher , from other and nobler sources ; and ...
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... reader will unite with me in condemning him severely , though not more severely than he afterwards condemned himself . Like many others , he discovered his error when it was too late , when , by the reckless indulgence of his own ...
... reader will unite with me in condemning him severely , though not more severely than he afterwards condemned himself . Like many others , he discovered his error when it was too late , when , by the reckless indulgence of his own ...
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... reader know of Scandinavia , and especially of that portion of it called Denmark ? Why , he has heard of the daring ancient Da- nish sea - kings invading England , and also of one King Canute , concerning whom an instructive story is ...
... reader know of Scandinavia , and especially of that portion of it called Denmark ? Why , he has heard of the daring ancient Da- nish sea - kings invading England , and also of one King Canute , concerning whom an instructive story is ...
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... reader , the good old wish of " A MERRY CHRISTMAS , AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR ! " I was saying , that , wrapped in my cloak , I had In my verse - making days ( don't think that I am turned in for the night . The machinery was groan- old now ...
... reader , the good old wish of " A MERRY CHRISTMAS , AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR ! " I was saying , that , wrapped in my cloak , I had In my verse - making days ( don't think that I am turned in for the night . The machinery was groan- old now ...
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... reader , " I suppose Mr. Wander- ande Vogel , you were forthwith marched off to un- dergo the custom - house ordeal - a custom ' better honoured , ' to your thinking , ' in the breach than in the observance , ' eh ? " Softly , dear reader ...
... reader , " I suppose Mr. Wander- ande Vogel , you were forthwith marched off to un- dergo the custom - house ordeal - a custom ' better honoured , ' to your thinking , ' in the breach than in the observance , ' eh ? " Softly , dear reader ...
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Стр. 373 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth: As which of you shall not? With this I depart: That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Стр. 393 - Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes: Nor has the rolling year twice measured, From sign to sign, its steadfast course, Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source ; The rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth : And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
Стр. 397 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 394 - Poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply.
Стр. 87 - Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast ; And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last. The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night. It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore, Till the waves of the bay, where the May-Flower lay, Shall foam and freeze no more.
Стр. 274 - He alone, who, when the object requires it, is always keen, and worldly, and practical — and who yet, without changing his hand, or stopping his course, scatters around him, as he goes, all sounds and shapes of sweetness, — and conjures up landscapes of immortal fragrance and freshness, and peoples them with spirits of glorious aspect and attractive grace — and is a thousand times more full of...
Стр. 372 - How delightful in the early spring, after the dull and tedious time of winter, when the frosts disappear and the sunshine warms the earth and waters, to wander forth by some clear stream...
Стр. 393 - Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers, "Who next will drop and disappear?
Стр. 106 - And they made their lives bitter with hard bondage, in mortar, and in brick, and in all manner of service in the field: all their service, wherein they made them serve, was with rigour.
Стр. 173 - ... violet awakes ; What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore ; What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks, And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy brooks, In the vetches that tangled their shore. Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, Had scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And I wish you to grow on...