Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 87. kötetW. Blackwood, 1860 |
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21. oldal
... called in to visit a patient , he exhibited none of that kindly in- terest and friendly solicitude which sits so well on the modern Machaon . He would ask a few gruff questions , feel the pulse , survey the tongue , write out some ...
... called in to visit a patient , he exhibited none of that kindly in- terest and friendly solicitude which sits so well on the modern Machaon . He would ask a few gruff questions , feel the pulse , survey the tongue , write out some ...
34. oldal
... called the vanishing - point . When , therefore , the position and direction of any one such shadow is determined ( which , of course , must de- pend upon the relative position of the sun , the object that casts the sha- dow , and the ...
... called the vanishing - point . When , therefore , the position and direction of any one such shadow is determined ( which , of course , must de- pend upon the relative position of the sun , the object that casts the sha- dow , and the ...
39. oldal
... called her back unpolluted to the people she had saved . Next he tells how Benaiah , the son of Jehoiada , who killed the lion in the pit on a snowy day , and plucked the spear that was like a weaver's beam out of the hand of the ...
... called her back unpolluted to the people she had saved . Next he tells how Benaiah , the son of Jehoiada , who killed the lion in the pit on a snowy day , and plucked the spear that was like a weaver's beam out of the hand of the ...
40. oldal
... called ? whose sign was not the cross , but the guillotine . " * Now , this rabid nonsense was ac- tually addressed to the people of Edinburgh , in the form of lectures . Is it mere midsummer madness ? - the simple raving of a lunatic ...
... called ? whose sign was not the cross , but the guillotine . " * Now , this rabid nonsense was ac- tually addressed to the people of Edinburgh , in the form of lectures . Is it mere midsummer madness ? - the simple raving of a lunatic ...
47. oldal
... called Ninon ! ' " You are called Ninon , ' I said , fervently , because you are irresist- ible , and because heaven will not suffer such beauty to fade ! ' " An inexpressible melancholy stole over Ninon's countenance . ' The great ...
... called Ninon ! ' " You are called Ninon , ' I said , fervently , because you are irresist- ible , and because heaven will not suffer such beauty to fade ! ' " An inexpressible melancholy stole over Ninon's countenance . ' The great ...
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326. oldal - With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this: — "Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurned me such a day ; another time You called me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys ?
447. oldal - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
595. oldal - ... a creature full of eager, passionate longings for all that was beautiful and glad ; thirsty for all knowledge ; with an ear straining after dreamy music that died away and would not come near to her ; with a blind, unconscious yearning for something that would link together the wonderful impressions of this mysterious life, and give her soul a sense of home in it.
108. oldal - On the banks of the Teche, are the towns of St. Maur and St. Martin. There the long-wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom, There the long-absent pastor regain his flock and his sheepfold. Beautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests of fruit-trees...
451. oldal - Howe'er you come to know it, answer me : Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up ; Though bladed corn be lodg'd and trees blown down ; Though castles topple on their warders...
326. oldal - Shylock, we would have moneys :" — you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, " Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
404. oldal - I also leave to the beneficence of my country my adopted daughter, Horatia Nelson Thompson; and I desire she will use in future the name of Nelson only. 'These are the only favours I ask of my king and country, at this moment when I am going to fight their battle. May God bless my king and country, and all those I hold dear! My relations it is needless to mention: they will, of course, be amply provided for.
136. oldal - visits the sins of the fathers upon the children even to the third and fourth generations of them that hate him...
597. oldal - There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born, where objects became dear to us before we had known the labour of choice, and where the outer world seemed only an extension of our own personality : we accepted and loved it as we accepted our own sense of existence and our own limbs.
326. oldal - About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help. Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...