Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 46W. Blackwood & Sons, 1839 |
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... thee , In youth and glee , I've spent some sunny hours ; But now , I fear , The winter drear Of age upon us lowers . Yet still a dish We catch of fish , As well as some that brag ; No more we ply The treacherous fly , The brandling ...
... thee , In youth and glee , I've spent some sunny hours ; But now , I fear , The winter drear Of age upon us lowers . Yet still a dish We catch of fish , As well as some that brag ; No more we ply The treacherous fly , The brandling ...
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... thee ! " As if terrestrial strength could turn The avenging shafts of Destiny , And disappoint the funeral urn : To Pride " Behold , I must , and can ! " To Fame- " Thou art mine idol - god ! " To Gold " Thou art my talisman And ...
... thee ! " As if terrestrial strength could turn The avenging shafts of Destiny , And disappoint the funeral urn : To Pride " Behold , I must , and can ! " To Fame- " Thou art mine idol - god ! " To Gold " Thou art my talisman And ...
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... thee proceeds The keen desire that animates my soul , A task so high and venturous to attempt , My song which to thy glory I devote , " & c . Perhaps all this , and a good deal more of the same sort , had as well be omitted in a second ...
... thee proceeds The keen desire that animates my soul , A task so high and venturous to attempt , My song which to thy glory I devote , " & c . Perhaps all this , and a good deal more of the same sort , had as well be omitted in a second ...
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... thee , and thou shalt eat the herb of the field . In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread , till thou re- turn into the ground , " & c . The winter frost may not then have been very severe in Armonia , though we believe that now ...
... thee , and thou shalt eat the herb of the field . In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread , till thou re- turn into the ground , " & c . The winter frost may not then have been very severe in Armonia , though we believe that now ...
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... thee ! ' " And the executioners— flames . " " But suddenly the shouting crowd is mute ; Awe - struck , they gaze - for lo ! a miracle ! Three ' midst the flames appear instead of one ! Two with spread wings and fair angelic shapes , By ...
... thee ! ' " And the executioners— flames . " " But suddenly the shouting crowd is mute ; Awe - struck , they gaze - for lo ! a miracle ! Three ' midst the flames appear instead of one ! Two with spread wings and fair angelic shapes , By ...
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Страница 127 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life: thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field: in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken : for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Страница 260 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Страница 262 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 379 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 372 - tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. " So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! " Then finish, dear Cloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Страница 268 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Страница 378 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Страница 147 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Страница 262 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Страница 265 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a