MacMillan's Magazine, 61. kötetSir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1890 |
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449. oldal - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
106. oldal - If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
180. oldal - For forms of government let fools contest ; Whate'er is best administered is best...
24. oldal - Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
201. oldal - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, From mornin sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &c. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine ; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne.
124. oldal - who leads a troop of the Guides, 'And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides. 'Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed, 'Thy life is his — thy fate it is to guard him with thy head. 'So, thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and all her foes are thine, 'And thou must harry thy father's hold for the peace of the Border-line. 'And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy way to power — 'Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur!
123. oldal - They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn, The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn.
124. oldal - ... Lightly answered the Colonel's son : " I hold by the blood of my clan : " Take up the mare for my father's gift — by God, she has carried a man ! " The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast ; " We be two strong men," said Kamal then, " but she loveth the younger best.
181. oldal - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same...
78. oldal - Force should be right; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.