The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, 7. kötet |
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We are acquainted with a little boy of two years of age , who , at sunset , asked if the sun at night went to his cloudbed . This , which is a fine idea , arose from the vocabulary from which he selected his phrases being so limited in ...
We are acquainted with a little boy of two years of age , who , at sunset , asked if the sun at night went to his cloudbed . This , which is a fine idea , arose from the vocabulary from which he selected his phrases being so limited in ...
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-She dwelt upon that night till pity grew Into a wilder passion : the sweet dew That linger'd in her eye for pity's sake , ' Was ( like an exhalation in the sun ) Dried and absorbed by love . Oh ! love can take What shape he pleases ...
-She dwelt upon that night till pity grew Into a wilder passion : the sweet dew That linger'd in her eye for pity's sake , ' Was ( like an exhalation in the sun ) Dried and absorbed by love . Oh ! love can take What shape he pleases ...
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And was she then the shape he oft had seen , By day and night , she who had such strange power Over the terrors of his wildest hour ? And was it not a phantom that had been Wandering about him ? Oh with what deep fear He listened now ...
And was she then the shape he oft had seen , By day and night , she who had such strange power Over the terrors of his wildest hour ? And was it not a phantom that had been Wandering about him ? Oh with what deep fear He listened now ...
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-One night - one summer night he wandered far Into the Roman suburbs ; Many a star Shone out above upon the silent hours , Save when , awakening the sweet infant flowers , The breezes travell'd from the west , and then A small cloud ...
-One night - one summer night he wandered far Into the Roman suburbs ; Many a star Shone out above upon the silent hours , Save when , awakening the sweet infant flowers , The breezes travell'd from the west , and then A small cloud ...
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-He soothed her for a time , and she grew calm , For lovers ' language is the surest balm To hearts that sorrow much ; that night they parted With kisses and with tears , but both light . hearted , And many a vow was made , and promise ...
-He soothed her for a time , and she grew calm , For lovers ' language is the surest balm To hearts that sorrow much ; that night they parted With kisses and with tears , but both light . hearted , And many a vow was made , and promise ...
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315. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
315. oldal - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
315. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
542. oldal - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
315. oldal - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
450. oldal - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
314. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
314. oldal - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
314. oldal - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
315. oldal - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.