Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 45. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1839 |
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20. oldal
... poor made and kept poor by being robbed . " " Do you want , then , a new distri- bution of all property ? For , if so , I see no result certain , but , in the first place , that the country will be thrown into confusion , all trade ...
... poor made and kept poor by being robbed . " " Do you want , then , a new distri- bution of all property ? For , if so , I see no result certain , but , in the first place , that the country will be thrown into confusion , all trade ...
23. oldal
... poor man's child in the coun- try , I shall think a new age is begun for England , and that new hopes have dawned upon us . Make earnestness on this point your test of every politi- cian who falls in your way , and you will not go far ...
... poor man's child in the coun- try , I shall think a new age is begun for England , and that new hopes have dawned upon us . Make earnestness on this point your test of every politi- cian who falls in your way , and you will not go far ...
26. oldal
... poor man who lives in this neighbour- hood , of the name of Fowler ? I have several times visited him , and he seems to me a beautiful example of peace and joy in circumstances which would naturally produce despair , and might almost ...
... poor man who lives in this neighbour- hood , of the name of Fowler ? I have several times visited him , and he seems to me a beautiful example of peace and joy in circumstances which would naturally produce despair , and might almost ...
27. oldal
... poor basketmaker of whom Maria had spo- ken , and who was commonly known in the neighbourhood by the name of Jack Fowler . His dwelling was a small hut rather than cottage , close to the road - side . Before his new visitor reached it ...
... poor basketmaker of whom Maria had spo- ken , and who was commonly known in the neighbourhood by the name of Jack Fowler . His dwelling was a small hut rather than cottage , close to the road - side . Before his new visitor reached it ...
29. oldal
... poor , and something that she called the poetry of basket - making , and a deal more . I'm told she is gone out of the country , so I suppose too much tongui- ness is made transportation now - it used to be only ducking . But even when ...
... poor , and something that she called the poetry of basket - making , and a deal more . I'm told she is gone out of the country , so I suppose too much tongui- ness is made transportation now - it used to be only ducking . But even when ...
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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.