The West of Scotland Magazine and Review, Том 1,Выпуск 1John Churchill, 1844 |
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... passed away before the recol- lection of this first love was sufficiently subdued to admit a revival of the tender passion , and at the time I am writing he is again clad in sables , and regretting the loss of an amiable partner through ...
... passed away before the recol- lection of this first love was sufficiently subdued to admit a revival of the tender passion , and at the time I am writing he is again clad in sables , and regretting the loss of an amiable partner through ...
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... their equipages , we marched through streets , crowded to the roof , echoing with acclamations , and wishing us all good fortune as we passed along , until we left the mighty metropolis behind . Even then GLEANINGS . 29.
... their equipages , we marched through streets , crowded to the roof , echoing with acclamations , and wishing us all good fortune as we passed along , until we left the mighty metropolis behind . Even then GLEANINGS . 29.
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... passed us , rushing along under a cloud of canvass , with the hum of the thousands on board- all formed one of the most heart - stirring combinations that could exist to the eye , or even to the heart of a human being . I stood gazing ...
... passed us , rushing along under a cloud of canvass , with the hum of the thousands on board- all formed one of the most heart - stirring combinations that could exist to the eye , or even to the heart of a human being . I stood gazing ...
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... passed away , A thousand summers shed Their brightness o'er those buried walls , The City of the Dead ! Vesuvius - from whose dark womb Destruction - sudden came , O'er the fair city poured its fires , The lava's molten flame . And Rome ...
... passed away , A thousand summers shed Their brightness o'er those buried walls , The City of the Dead ! Vesuvius - from whose dark womb Destruction - sudden came , O'er the fair city poured its fires , The lava's molten flame . And Rome ...
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... passing through the room where they are waiting , ' replied the Queen . -What is to be done ? ' exclaimed the Prince . Stay ... passed with him for sincerity , obtained more credit than it deserved . His complexion was black , with thick ...
... passing through the room where they are waiting , ' replied the Queen . -What is to be done ? ' exclaimed the Prince . Stay ... passed with him for sincerity , obtained more credit than it deserved . His complexion was black , with thick ...
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Стр. 117 - Wallace's undaunted heart — Who dared to nobly stem tyrannic pride, Or nobly die, the second glorious part — (The patriot's God peculiarly Thou art—- His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward !) O never, never Scotia's realm desert ; But still the patriot and the patriot bard In bright succession raise, her ornament and guard ! ROBERT BURNS.
Стр. 412 - BRIGHT be the place of thy soul ! No lovelier spirit than thine E'er burst from its mortal control, In the orbs of the blessed to shine. On earth thou wert all but divine, As thy soul shall immortally be ; And our sorrow may cease to repine, When we know that thy God is with thee.
Стр. 101 - Trust ye not in lying words, saying: — "The temple of the Lord, the temple of the Lord, The temple of the Lord are these.
Стр. 101 - The temple of the Lord, are these. For if ye thoroughly amend your ways and your doings; if ye thoroughly execute judgment between a man and his neighbour; if ye oppress not the stranger, the fatherless, and the widow, and shed not innocent blood in this place, neither walk after other gods to your hurt: then will I cause you to dwell in this place, in the land that I gave to your fathers for ever and ever.
Стр. 353 - I have been writing a ballad, my dear ; I am oppressing my heroine with many misfortunes. I have already sent her Jamie to sea, and broken her father's arm, and made her mother fall sick, and given her Auld Robin Gray for her lover ; but I wish to load her with a fifth sorrow within the four lines, poor thing ! Help me to one." — "Steal the cow, sister Anne,
Стр. 44 - Draw thy fierce streams of blinding ore, Smite on a thousand anvils, roar Down to the harbour-bars; Smoulder in smoky sunsets, flare On rainy nights, with street and square Lie empty to the stars. From terrace proud to alley base 1 know thee as my mother's face.
Стр. 42 - mong men, not mailed in scorn, But in the armour of a pure intent, Great duties are before me, and great songs. And whether crowned or crownless, when I fall, It matters not, so as God's work is done.
Стр. 354 - Dool and wae for the order, sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day ; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, are cauld in the clay. We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewe-milking; Women and bairns are heartless and wae; Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning — The Flowers of the Forest are a
Стр. 69 - Pr'ythee, lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own.
Стр. 63 - Behold he cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see •him, and they [also] who pierced him : and all the tribes of the earth shall wail because of him.