The Edinburgh Annual Register, 9. kötet

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Walter Scott
John Ballantyne and Company, 1820
 

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cxcix. oldal - Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer. 1 worshipped the Invisible...
cccxxxv. oldal - Let me hope, Sir, that if aught in my character impresses you with esteem towards me, if aught in my misfortunes marks me as the victim of policy and not of resentment, I shall experience the operation of these feelings in your breast, by being informed that I am not to die on a gibbet.
ciii. oldal - It is ordered by His Royal Highness the Prince Re-gent, in the name and on the behalf of His Majesty...
27. oldal - The details of the scheme were much discussed and modified ; but the principle appears to have been popular with all parties.
cccvii. oldal - Our profession is the chastest of all : even the shadow of a fault tarnishes the lustre of our finest achievements.
clxv. oldal - ... a ferocious government, and destroying for ever the insufferable and horrid system of Christian slavery, can never cease to be a source of delight and heartfelt comfort to every individual happy enough to be employed in it. I may, I hope, be permitted, under such impressions, to offer my sincere congratulations to their lordships on the complete success which attended the gallant efforts of his Majesty's fleet in their attack upon Algiers of yesterday ; and the happy result produced from it on...
cxcix. oldal - BLANC, The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount!

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