Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 46W. Blackwood & Sons, 1839 |
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... young author at his first successful play , and ex- claimed with feeling , Would you have me die of pleasure ! ' Two months after this apotheosis , on the 30th May 1778 , Voltaire had ceased to exist . " B Within a week after this ...
... young author at his first successful play , and ex- claimed with feeling , Would you have me die of pleasure ! ' Two months after this apotheosis , on the 30th May 1778 , Voltaire had ceased to exist . " B Within a week after this ...
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... young gentleman comes out of a side door , at which he surprises sua inno- cenza listening ! Suzette and he are thus found ( we suspect , not for the first time , though so they instruct the pit ) publicly . Presently she falls to ...
... young gentleman comes out of a side door , at which he surprises sua inno- cenza listening ! Suzette and he are thus found ( we suspect , not for the first time , though so they instruct the pit ) publicly . Presently she falls to ...
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... young nursling , on whom the painter contrives to make her look with such affectionate interest , that you almost wish you were its papa ! But do not suppose the sage femme , whose tenderness this production un- equivocally attests ...
... young nursling , on whom the painter contrives to make her look with such affectionate interest , that you almost wish you were its papa ! But do not suppose the sage femme , whose tenderness this production un- equivocally attests ...
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... young lady , at whose bidding quicksilver rivulets run out of lead - coloured lakes , snow- capt mountains are provided with green hills for footstools , inextricable forests of black trees , are bisected by a gash or wound over which a ...
... young lady , at whose bidding quicksilver rivulets run out of lead - coloured lakes , snow- capt mountains are provided with green hills for footstools , inextricable forests of black trees , are bisected by a gash or wound over which a ...
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... young barrister of six weeks'standing , amidst cries of " order , order " " hear him out " - " another glass of wine , " while one extra - face- tious young lawyer gravely interrupt- ed the judgment of the Chancellor , amid shrieks of ...
... young barrister of six weeks'standing , amidst cries of " order , order " " hear him out " - " another glass of wine , " while one extra - face- tious young lawyer gravely interrupt- ed the judgment of the Chancellor , amid shrieks of ...
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Стр. 127 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life: thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field: in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken : for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Стр. 260 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Стр. 262 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Стр. 379 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 372 - tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. " So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! " Then finish, dear Cloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Стр. 268 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Стр. 378 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Стр. 147 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Стр. 262 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Стр. 265 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a