Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Том 2Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... fear to say the truth , wondrous as such worship was in one so very young - was passed in the worship of God ; and her parents - though sometimes even saddened to see such piety in a small creature like her , and afraid , in their ...
... fear to say the truth , wondrous as such worship was in one so very young - was passed in the worship of God ; and her parents - though sometimes even saddened to see such piety in a small creature like her , and afraid , in their ...
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... fear - to tell her that she was about to die ! Sweet whispers had sung it to her in her sleep - and waking she knew it in the look of the piteous skies . But she spoke not to her parents of death more than she had often done - and never ...
... fear - to tell her that she was about to die ! Sweet whispers had sung it to her in her sleep - and waking she knew it in the look of the piteous skies . But she spoke not to her parents of death more than she had often done - and never ...
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... fear . A single wolf seldom or never attacks a man . He cannot stand the face . But a person would need to have a godlike face indeed to terrify therewith an army of wolves some thousand strong . It would be the height of presumption in ...
... fear . A single wolf seldom or never attacks a man . He cannot stand the face . But a person would need to have a godlike face indeed to terrify therewith an army of wolves some thousand strong . It would be the height of presumption in ...
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... down in languid delight on the soft bed of moss - song and flower alike having the same " dying fall ! " Perhaps the above is pure nonsense- -but then so pure that you need not fear to swallow it . All 34 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... down in languid delight on the soft bed of moss - song and flower alike having the same " dying fall ! " Perhaps the above is pure nonsense- -but then so pure that you need not fear to swallow it . All 34 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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John Wilson. that you need not fear to swallow it . All great song- writers , nevertheless , have been great thieves . Those who had the blessed fate to flourish first - to be born when " this auld cloak was new , " the cloak we mean ...
John Wilson. that you need not fear to swallow it . All great song- writers , nevertheless , have been great thieves . Those who had the blessed fate to flourish first - to be born when " this auld cloak was new , " the cloak we mean ...
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admiration Allan Cunninghame Audubon beauty beneath birds Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine bless bosom breath bright Burns Christopher North cold dear death delight divine dream ears earth Eusebius eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers Gala water genius glorious glory grave Hamish hand happy hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human imagination immortal immortal song inspired Italy knew land lassie light living look moral mountains naturalists nature nest never night o'er Ornithology passion perhaps philosophic naturalist poem poet poetical poetry rhapsodist Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems shepherd shining sing sleep smile snow song soul speak spirit stars strong sublime sugh sweet tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought tion trees truth verse voice whole wild Wilson wings wonder woods words young young Jessie youth
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