The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, 7. kötet |
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... -to the odes and war songs of the Danish and Scandinavian nations , -to the song of the Laplander as he turns his reindeer to the cottage of his mistress ,or the lullaby of the Finland woman as she sings to her sleeping infant ?
... -to the odes and war songs of the Danish and Scandinavian nations , -to the song of the Laplander as he turns his reindeer to the cottage of his mistress ,or the lullaby of the Finland woman as she sings to her sleeping infant ?
6. oldal
The of ficer replied , that he would rather lose his own life than turn himself against his deliverer . The Indian bending down his head , and covering his face with his hand , stood some time silent . Then looking earnestly at the ...
The of ficer replied , that he would rather lose his own life than turn himself against his deliverer . The Indian bending down his head , and covering his face with his hand , stood some time silent . Then looking earnestly at the ...
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... His secret passion , and home silently She went rejoicing , till Vitelli asked Wherefore her spirit fell , ' - and then she tasked Her fancy for excuse wherewith to hide Her thoughts , and turn his curious gaze aside .
... His secret passion , and home silently She went rejoicing , till Vitelli asked Wherefore her spirit fell , ' - and then she tasked Her fancy for excuse wherewith to hide Her thoughts , and turn his curious gaze aside .
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At first she listened with averted eye , And then , half turning towards him , tenderly She marked the deep sad truth of every tone , Which told that he was her's , and all her own , i And saw the hectic flush upon his cheek , ( That ...
At first she listened with averted eye , And then , half turning towards him , tenderly She marked the deep sad truth of every tone , Which told that he was her's , and all her own , i And saw the hectic flush upon his cheek , ( That ...
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But from history , at this moment , we turn with disgust ; such events make general truths and remote examples loathsome to the mind of man : at such a moment as this we seek , like Joseph , a place where we may weep , and go to our ...
But from history , at this moment , we turn with disgust ; such events make general truths and remote examples loathsome to the mind of man : at such a moment as this we seek , like Joseph , a place where we may weep , and go to our ...
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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.