Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 86. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1859 |
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... light a touch he can spread a spark- ling and transparent glaze over the most repulsive features of the great Whig king . There is a popular superstition , that the blood of a murdered man impresses an indelible mark on the spot where ...
... light a touch he can spread a spark- ling and transparent glaze over the most repulsive features of the great Whig king . There is a popular superstition , that the blood of a murdered man impresses an indelible mark on the spot where ...
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... light- en the load of guilt . It is not plea- sant to discharge the duty of devil's advocate , but we shall lay this evi- dence before the reader : when all is done , the Master of Stair will remain quite black enough to satisfy any ...
... light- en the load of guilt . It is not plea- sant to discharge the duty of devil's advocate , but we shall lay this evi- dence before the reader : when all is done , the Master of Stair will remain quite black enough to satisfy any ...
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... light . Then , when the white summits were all sad and corpse - like , I had to push home- ward , for I was under careful sur- veillance , and was allowed no late wanderings . This disposition of mine was not favourable to the formation ...
... light . Then , when the white summits were all sad and corpse - like , I had to push home- ward , for I was under careful sur- veillance , and was allowed no late wanderings . This disposition of mine was not favourable to the formation ...
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... light hand gently pressing my wrist . In the same instant a strange intoxicating numbness passed over me , like the continuance or climax of the sensation I was still feeling from the gaze of Lucrezia Borgia . The gardens , the summer ...
... light hand gently pressing my wrist . In the same instant a strange intoxicating numbness passed over me , like the continuance or climax of the sensation I was still feeling from the gaze of Lucrezia Borgia . The gardens , the summer ...
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... lights , this surviving withered remnant of medieval Juda- ism , was of a piece with my vision . Those darkened dusky ... light on the pavement transmitted through a lamp in the shape of a star . Before the autumn was at an end , and ...
... lights , this surviving withered remnant of medieval Juda- ism , was of a piece with my vision . Those darkened dusky ... light on the pavement transmitted through a lamp in the shape of a star . Before the autumn was at an end , and ...
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194. oldal - Be of good comfort, master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
114. oldal - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
623. oldal - Sweet love, that seems not made to fade away, Sweet death, that seems to make us loveless clay, 1 know not which is sweeter, no, not I. ' I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me ; Call and I follow, I follow ! let me die.
114. oldal - ... these commonplace people — many of them — bear a conscience, and have felt the sublime prompting to do the painful right ; they have their unspoken sorrows, and their sacred joys ; their hearts have perhaps gone out towards their firstborn, and they have mourned over the irreclaimable dead. Nay, is there not a pathos in their very insignificance, — in our comparison of their dim and narrow existence with the glorious possibilities of that human nature which they share.
240. oldal - Is this fear ? it is not fear ! I strove to rise — in vain ; I felt as if weighed down by an irresistible force. Indeed, my impression was that of an immense and overwhelming Power opposed to my volition ; — that sense of utter inadequacy to cope with a force beyond...
120. oldal - And now nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affection. To fortune I am perfectly indifferent, and shall make no demand of that nature on your father, since I am well aware that it could not be complied with ; and that one thousand pounds in the...
239. oldal - ... anything else. As it stood, wholly apart and distinct from the air and the light around it, its dimensions seemed gigantic, the summit nearly touching the ceiling. While I gazed, a feeling of intense cold seized me. An iceberg before me could not more have chilled me; nor could the cold of an iceberg have been more purely physical. I feel convinced that it was not the cold caused by fear. As I continued to gaze, I thought — but this I cannot say with precision — that I distinguished two eyes...
118. oldal - But among the writers who, in the point which we have noticed, have approached nearest to the manner of the great master, we have no hesitation in placing Jane Austen, a woman of whom England is justly proud. She has given us a multitude of characters, all, in a certain sense, commonplace, all such as we meet every day. Yet they are all as perfectly discriminated from each other as if they were the most eccentric of human beings.
245. oldal - ... But though there was some evidence of cruelty, there was none of murder ; and the aunt and her husband had sought to palliate cruelty by alleging the exceeding stubbornness and perversity of the child, who was declared to be half-witted. Be that as it may, at the orphan's death the aunt inherited her brother's fortune. Before the first wedded year was out, the American quitted England abruptly, and never returned to it. He obtained a cruising vessel, which was lost in the Atlantic two years afterwards.
244. oldal - It killed your dog — that is fearful! Indeed it is strange that no animal can be induced to stay in that house; not even a cat. Rats and mice are never found in it." "The instincts of the brute creation detect influences deadly to their existence. Man's reason has a sense less subtle, because it has a resisting power more supreme. But enough; do you comprehend my theory?" "Yes, though imperfectly — and I accept any crotchet (pardon the word), however odd, rather than embrace at once the notion...