Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 45. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1839 |
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... persons better known under the title of " The Grinder . " In the year 1680 , the air of Kathe- rine Ogie was sung at a concert in Stationers ' Hall , by Abell , the lutanist and counter - tenor singer , of whom the strange story is told ...
... persons better known under the title of " The Grinder . " In the year 1680 , the air of Kathe- rine Ogie was sung at a concert in Stationers ' Hall , by Abell , the lutanist and counter - tenor singer , of whom the strange story is told ...
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... person here mentioned as the collector , was Sir Robert Gor . don of Straloch . We have reason to hope that some of ... persons , and can be perfectly well deciphered . We have next our attention directed in Mr Dauney's Dissertation to ...
... person here mentioned as the collector , was Sir Robert Gor . don of Straloch . We have reason to hope that some of ... persons , and can be perfectly well deciphered . We have next our attention directed in Mr Dauney's Dissertation to ...
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... persons sufficiently qualified should have any place there ; and that they should be all kept at daily prac . tice ; and for that effect your Majesty appointed me ane chamber within your Palace of Holyrudehouse , where- in I have ...
... persons sufficiently qualified should have any place there ; and that they should be all kept at daily prac . tice ; and for that effect your Majesty appointed me ane chamber within your Palace of Holyrudehouse , where- in I have ...
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... persons whom he seemed to have so much pleasure in conversing with . He said , as he shook hands with her , that he hoped to see her soon again . It was still early in the morning , but he had already spent an hour in his garden , to ...
... persons whom he seemed to have so much pleasure in conversing with . He said , as he shook hands with her , that he hoped to see her soon again . It was still early in the morning , but he had already spent an hour in his garden , to ...
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... person whose appearance and man- ners are admirably in accordance with the nobler gifts of genius and know- ledge . He ... persons we met with , he drew out new meanings , and wrought them together into round- ed and dramatic groups . In ...
... person whose appearance and man- ners are admirably in accordance with the nobler gifts of genius and know- ledge . He ... persons we met with , he drew out new meanings , and wrought them together into round- ed and dramatic groups . In ...
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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.