Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 7 |
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His words were weak , and drawn with But swift along the road she sped pain ,
With still increasing pace , His face looked flushed with burning And walked
where blackest darkness led , She would no more her love restrain , The more to
hide ...
His words were weak , and drawn with But swift along the road she sped pain ,
With still increasing pace , His face looked flushed with burning And walked
where blackest darkness led , She would no more her love restrain , The more to
hide ...
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And when that frozen face I saw , “ Above him poured a blaze of light , So calm ,
so chill , without a breath , And , looking whence it flowed , The giant shape I
knew with awe , The boundless form dázzling And owned the king was Death .
bright ...
And when that frozen face I saw , “ Above him poured a blaze of light , So calm ,
so chill , without a breath , And , looking whence it flowed , The giant shape I
knew with awe , The boundless form dázzling And owned the king was Death .
bright ...
Стр. 518
Swiftly he came ; but shuddered when he saw That ominous sight ; along the
counter's edge A row of faces eagerly ... While ruin's march was thundering in his
ears : But when he marked among the rest a face Of one he deemed a friend , of
...
Swiftly he came ; but shuddered when he saw That ominous sight ; along the
counter's edge A row of faces eagerly ... While ruin's march was thundering in his
ears : But when he marked among the rest a face Of one he deemed a friend , of
...
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It is very sore for me to steadily at each of their faces . ... the looking - glass that
had so for I have read them over and over , often reflected her girlish face ; and
and have never had them away from then at the apple - tree seen through my
bed .
It is very sore for me to steadily at each of their faces . ... the looking - glass that
had so for I have read them over and over , often reflected her girlish face ; and
and have never had them away from then at the apple - tree seen through my
bed .
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C. N. S. I GAZE upon thy cherub face , Anon , a grey and ageu sire And in its
placid beauty trace Sits feebly by the winter's fire , The sacred stamp of those
pure skies While near , with bright and busy hands , That lent thee to a father's
eyes .
C. N. S. I GAZE upon thy cherub face , Anon , a grey and ageu sire And in its
placid beauty trace Sits feebly by the winter's fire , The sacred stamp of those
pure skies While near , with bright and busy hands , That lent thee to a father's
eyes .
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Стр. 306 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 302 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 578 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire— why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Стр. 497 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
Стр. 305 - THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel ' What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Стр. 511 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Стр. 580 - Urania, I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven! For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil.
Стр. 581 - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted : — and how exquisitely, too, Theme this but little heard of among Men, The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
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Стр. 572 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.