Tait's Edinburgh magazine, Том 241857 |
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... dead , yet speak to his soul ; ask such an one , of the high , pale brow , and pure , poet - heart , if his mind is weary of his solitude , or if that dimly - lighted chamber of his is nothing but an unpeopled void . He is a recluse -a ...
... dead , yet speak to his soul ; ask such an one , of the high , pale brow , and pure , poet - heart , if his mind is weary of his solitude , or if that dimly - lighted chamber of his is nothing but an unpeopled void . He is a recluse -a ...
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... dead Helen's voice pleading softly against man's wilful- ness , again ringing in my ear , sweet as on that unforgotten July evening , when for a few light words spoken in merry jest , accepted in blind , bitter earnest , we two parted ...
... dead Helen's voice pleading softly against man's wilful- ness , again ringing in my ear , sweet as on that unforgotten July evening , when for a few light words spoken in merry jest , accepted in blind , bitter earnest , we two parted ...
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... dead love's lowly grave . There , beneath the daisies and harebells of summer , lies that gentle heart - never shall love , outraged by mad jealousy , wounded by bitter scorn , bring one flush more on that cold , pale cheek . In my well ...
... dead love's lowly grave . There , beneath the daisies and harebells of summer , lies that gentle heart - never shall love , outraged by mad jealousy , wounded by bitter scorn , bring one flush more on that cold , pale cheek . In my well ...
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... dead in that quiet room ! Poor friend ! I wept then - I could not weep now ; thou art gone where sin and sorrow come not , where hope and fear vex not , where faith , after long wanderings , leaves man on heaven's shore . I wept then ...
... dead in that quiet room ! Poor friend ! I wept then - I could not weep now ; thou art gone where sin and sorrow come not , where hope and fear vex not , where faith , after long wanderings , leaves man on heaven's shore . I wept then ...
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... dead past free In its grave to rest for ever ; and if memory wanders there , Let it wander for repentance - but never for despair ! It should be for humble sorrow o'er time's fair occasious lost , Not for selfish , sinful murmurs o'er ...
... dead past free In its grave to rest for ever ; and if memory wanders there , Let it wander for repentance - but never for despair ! It should be for humble sorrow o'er time's fair occasious lost , Not for selfish , sinful murmurs o'er ...
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Стр. 99 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee ; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge ; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God ; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried ; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Стр. 141 - s thousands o' my mind. [The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro in the earth , and walking up and down in it.
Стр. 335 - Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Стр. 17 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps...
Стр. 99 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Стр. 459 - Suppose, now, one of these engines to be going along a railroad at the rate of nine or ten miles an hour, and that a cow were to stray upon the line and get in the way of the engine ; would not that, think you, be a very awkward circumstance ? "
Стр. 273 - But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh, God!
Стр. 207 - The Karens are a meek, peaceful race, simple and credulous, with many of the softer virtues, and few flagrant vices. Though greatly addicted to drunkenness, extremely filthy and indolent in their habits, their morals, in other respects, are superior to many more civilized races.
Стр. 427 - I was in education, and made up my mind that he should not labour under the same defect, but that I would put him to a good school, and give him a liberal training. I was, however, a poor man; and how do you think I managed ? I betook myself to mending my neighbours...
Стр. 20 - It is the same ! — for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free ; Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may endure but Mutability.