Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 45. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1839 |
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... Lord , 1627. In Fe- bruarie . " The person here mentioned as the collector , was Sir Robert Gor . don of Straloch . We have reason to hope that some of the most interesting melodies contained in this volume , or at least those of ...
... Lord , 1627. In Fe- bruarie . " The person here mentioned as the collector , was Sir Robert Gor . don of Straloch . We have reason to hope that some of the most interesting melodies contained in this volume , or at least those of ...
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... lord or bishop , artist or slave , do not give up being a man . Do not let your manhood slip through your fingers while you are plotting , voting , speech- making , working . A stage hero , who pretends to be what he is not , is but ...
... lord or bishop , artist or slave , do not give up being a man . Do not let your manhood slip through your fingers while you are plotting , voting , speech- making , working . A stage hero , who pretends to be what he is not , is but ...
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... Lord Stanley , that your commis- sion was gratuitous , and did not one of your body consent to become the stipendiary of his fellow commission- ers , and does he not flourish about the streets of Dublin in an eleemosynary Inspector ...
... Lord Stanley , that your commis- sion was gratuitous , and did not one of your body consent to become the stipendiary of his fellow commission- ers , and does he not flourish about the streets of Dublin in an eleemosynary Inspector ...
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... Lord Lieutenant and Magis- trates of the County Tipperary , which was followed , as a natural consequence , by the bloody commentary of the assassination in open day , of the unfortunate Mr O'Keefe , who doubtless would have been alive ...
... Lord Lieutenant and Magis- trates of the County Tipperary , which was followed , as a natural consequence , by the bloody commentary of the assassination in open day , of the unfortunate Mr O'Keefe , who doubtless would have been alive ...
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... Lord William Bentinck , expressed great astonishment at being told , in answer to an inquiry whether the English troops often clamoured for their pay , that such conduct would be considered mutinous , and visited with severe punishment ...
... Lord William Bentinck , expressed great astonishment at being told , in answer to an inquiry whether the English troops often clamoured for their pay , that such conduct would be considered mutinous , and visited with severe punishment ...
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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.