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144. oldal - And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it, saying, If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace ! but now they are hid from thine eyes.
15. oldal - The king of gods begot me : what shall be, Or is, or ever was, in fate, I see. Mine is the' invention of the charming lyre ; Sweet notes and heavenly numbers I inspire.
83. oldal - They found it so effectual, or were impressed with so high an opinion of its virtues, that they proposed to keep it and forfeit the money ; but the Laird of Lee would not consent to part with so venerable and so gifted an heirloom. The laird of that time was a High Cavalier, and one of the charges brought against him by the party whom he had to oppose, was that he effected cures by means of necromancy.
259. oldal - When all was in sunshine and beauty arrayed ; That dream has departed, how fleeting and vain — Farewell! for I never may see you again. O'er moss and o'er moorland my path soon shall be, The cloud-covered mountain and wide stormy sea, Your beauties will gladden some happier swain — Farewell ! for I never may see you again.
83. oldal - ... being transferred to a country of Christians. On the contrary it has been all along, even till the present day, remarkable for medical virtue. It is especially sovereign in the diseases of horned cattle. The mode of administering it is this : — Holding it by the chain, it is three times plumped down into a quantity of water, and once drawn round — three dips and a sweil, as the country people express it — and the cattle or others affected drinking this water, the cure is speedy and effectual....
70. oldal - There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruin'd battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
209. oldal - ... Winter storm had shed Its baneful power, And oft returning summer clad In leaf and flower — A redbreast sang of sunshine gone, And dreary winter coming on ; What though his strains had never known The rules of art? They woke to notes of sweetest tone The trembling heart; Bade days return for ever fled, And hopes long laid among the dead, And forms in fairy colours clad, Confused appear; While melting Feeling kindly shed Her warmest tear. When, lo ! a flash, a thund'ring knell, That startled...
82. oldal - ... but perfectly transparent. The nature, of the stone cannot be determined by lapidaries, being apparently different in all respects from any known in this quarter of the world. To the edge of the coin a small silver chain has been attached, and the whole is deposited in a gold box, which the Empress Maria Theresa presented to the lather of the late Count Lockhart. The Lee Penny...
208. oldal - And skim the dell, While leaves from autumn's sapless spray Down rustling fell. While on a thorn that widely spread Its moss-grown lowly bending head, Where long the winter's storm had shed Its baneful power, And oft returning summer clad In leaf and flower ; A redbreast sang of sunshine gone, And dreary winter coming on : What though his strains had never known The rules of art, They woke to notes of sweetest tone, The trembling heart. Bade days return...