Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 45. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1839 |
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... , that I had been born before my father and grandfather , by which inversion of the order of nature you would have You tell me , my dear Eusebius , that you 60 Some Account of Himself . [ Jan. By the Irish Oyster - Eater .
... , that I had been born before my father and grandfather , by which inversion of the order of nature you would have You tell me , my dear Eusebius , that you 60 Some Account of Himself . [ Jan. By the Irish Oyster - Eater .
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... Eusebius , that you wish to deter a young friend from going to Italy ; and therefore desire me to put on paper some of those disagreeable incidents , that when I told them to you some years ago , you thought , if published , would keep ...
... Eusebius , that you wish to deter a young friend from going to Italy ; and therefore desire me to put on paper some of those disagreeable incidents , that when I told them to you some years ago , you thought , if published , would keep ...
63. oldal
... Eusebius , with an- other example . You know my excellent friend B. He was in life a practical philosopher , and many a delightful proof of it will I , one of these days , give you , for he loved to be open in all his thoughts and ...
... Eusebius , with an- other example . You know my excellent friend B. He was in life a practical philosopher , and many a delightful proof of it will I , one of these days , give you , for he loved to be open in all his thoughts and ...
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... Eusebius , was put into my hands . And is not the vision in many respects descriptive of Italy ? It is a land of a golden age , of fabled deities that walked the groves , and lingered about the fountains . The land of Poetry , the ...
... Eusebius , was put into my hands . And is not the vision in many respects descriptive of Italy ? It is a land of a golden age , of fabled deities that walked the groves , and lingered about the fountains . The land of Poetry , the ...
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... Eusebius , did little more than many of my betters , who do not know how to stand quite upright in the presence of a great man , and I had many very great men to notice my be- haviour . The operation of robbing all , and packing up ...
... Eusebius , did little more than many of my betters , who do not know how to stand quite upright in the presence of a great man , and I had many very great men to notice my be- haviour . The operation of robbing all , and packing up ...
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551. oldal - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
491. oldal - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
315. oldal - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
182. oldal - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
138. oldal - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
312. oldal - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
138. oldal - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
136. oldal - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?
537. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
574. oldal - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.