The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, 1-2. kötet1818 |
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7. oldal
... give a brief account , they have been successful in repeated battles against the royal troops ; and , as a proof that this is no vain boast , they are in posses- sion of some of the most important places of the country . In the ...
... give a brief account , they have been successful in repeated battles against the royal troops ; and , as a proof that this is no vain boast , they are in posses- sion of some of the most important places of the country . In the ...
12. oldal
... give no more than is just , are enor- mous , and rascally to a degree that you have no idea of at home . Many a dreadful engagement he has had for me on the way , and much has his throat suffered in the cause within my astonished ...
... give no more than is just , are enor- mous , and rascally to a degree that you have no idea of at home . Many a dreadful engagement he has had for me on the way , and much has his throat suffered in the cause within my astonished ...
25. oldal
... give him battle , hesitated not to set loose from chains the Moors of his own gallies , and to give them arms . These ruffians , still covered with the blows which they had re- ceived from the Genoese , for whom they were going to fight ...
... give him battle , hesitated not to set loose from chains the Moors of his own gallies , and to give them arms . These ruffians , still covered with the blows which they had re- ceived from the Genoese , for whom they were going to fight ...
27. oldal
... give a momentary relief to our minds , which , however , only serves to make us more awfully impressed with the scenes of blood that are immediately to follow . In like manner , in this drama , after the Chorus had given vent to their ...
... give a momentary relief to our minds , which , however , only serves to make us more awfully impressed with the scenes of blood that are immediately to follow . In like manner , in this drama , after the Chorus had given vent to their ...
33. oldal
... Give me hope , Heaven grant you to me , or take my life which is a burden to me . " If the lady to whom such a billet is addressed be cruel , she will answer it by sending a carrot , a lock of hair , a bottle , a bean , and some silk ...
... Give me hope , Heaven grant you to me , or take my life which is a burden to me . " If the lady to whom such a billet is addressed be cruel , she will answer it by sending a carrot , a lock of hair , a bottle , a bean , and some silk ...
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449. oldal - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
351. oldal - Speak not but what may benefit others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation. 3 ORDER Let all your things have their places; let each part of your business have its time. 4 RESOLUTION Resolve to perform what you ought; perform without fail what you resolve. 5 FRUGALITY Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; ie, waste nothing.
49. oldal - Though, as Ben Jonson says of him, that he had but little Latin and less Greek, he understood Latin pretty well, for he had been in his younger years a schoolmaster in the country."!
311. oldal - Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
446. oldal - Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
527. oldal - And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The holy blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
221. oldal - Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam ; The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.
149. oldal - ... such a scene of natural romance and beauty as had never before greeted my eyes. To the left lay the valley, down which the Forth wandered on its easterly course, surrounding the beautiful detached hill, with all its garland of woods. On the right, amid a profusion of thickets, knolls, and crags, lay the bed of a broad mountain lake, lightly curled into tiny waves by the breath of the morning breeze, each glittering in its course under the influence of the sun-beams.
553. oldal - Oh ! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow, And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ; To think what a long line of titles may follow The relics of him who died — friendless and lorn ! How proud they can press to the funeral array Of one whom they shunned in his sickness and sorrow : — How bailiffs may seize his last blanket to-day, Whose pall shall be held up by nobles to-morrow...
346. oldal - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our...