Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 66W. Blackwood & Sons, 1849 |
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... looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers . " He is speaking of tempests in the moral world ... look at the Sun. What about him ? BULLER . NORTH . Though unclouded - he seems shrouded in his own solemn light ...
... looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers . " He is speaking of tempests in the moral world ... look at the Sun. What about him ? BULLER . NORTH . Though unclouded - he seems shrouded in his own solemn light ...
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... look almost gloomy - and I seem to see the hush not of sleep , but of death . There is not the unboundaried expanse of yesterday - the loch looks narrower — and Cruachan closer to us , with all his heights . BULLER . I felt a drop of ...
... look almost gloomy - and I seem to see the hush not of sleep , but of death . There is not the unboundaried expanse of yesterday - the loch looks narrower — and Cruachan closer to us , with all his heights . BULLER . I felt a drop of ...
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... look They wore alive , and ruminating still In fancy's eye ; and there the frowning bull , And ox half - raised . " We are here in a confined world - close to us and near ; and our sympathies with its inhabitants - human or brute ...
... look They wore alive , and ruminating still In fancy's eye ; and there the frowning bull , And ox half - raised . " We are here in a confined world - close to us and near ; and our sympathies with its inhabitants - human or brute ...
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-HEAVEN HAVE MERCY looks more rational down in yonder meadows - and- ON ME ! THERE'S LOCH AWE !! NORTH . I thought it queer that you never looked at it . TALBOYS . Looked at it ? How could I look at it ? I don't believe it was there ...
-HEAVEN HAVE MERCY looks more rational down in yonder meadows - and- ON ME ! THERE'S LOCH AWE !! NORTH . I thought it queer that you never looked at it . TALBOYS . Looked at it ? How could I look at it ? I don't believe it was there ...
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... look abroad over it , and it seems immense - so does the sea . What ages had men lived - and knew but a small portion . They cir- cumnavigate it now with a speed under which its vast bulk shrinks . But let the astronomer lift up his ...
... look abroad over it , and it seems immense - so does the sea . What ages had men lived - and knew but a small portion . They cir- cumnavigate it now with a speed under which its vast bulk shrinks . But let the astronomer lift up his ...
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Стр. 607 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Стр. 237 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 366 - To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale!
Стр. 287 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Стр. 246 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Стр. 597 - Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not.
Стр. 287 - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future fate of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.