Blackwood's Magazine, 63. kötetWilliam Blackwood, 1848 |
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29. oldal
... young lady , one of the daughters of the house , that used to sleep in it , lost her lover who had been out for the " right cause , " and lost his head for his loyalty to a dethroned sovereign ; and she , poor girl , walked into the ...
... young lady , one of the daughters of the house , that used to sleep in it , lost her lover who had been out for the " right cause , " and lost his head for his loyalty to a dethroned sovereign ; and she , poor girl , walked into the ...
37. oldal
... young Spanish cadet , belonging to the 2d light infantry , was billeted . about fourteen years of age , the son of a grandee of Spain . As his family was great and powerful , it was only necessary for him to go through the form of ...
... young Spanish cadet , belonging to the 2d light infantry , was billeted . about fourteen years of age , the son of a grandee of Spain . As his family was great and powerful , it was only necessary for him to go through the form of ...
38. oldal
... young girl and the little cadet had a great deal to say to each other ; they chattered and laughed mer- rily ; then at times Pepita would try to look grave , and , with a solemn face , lecture the beautiful boy , shaking her fan ...
... young girl and the little cadet had a great deal to say to each other ; they chattered and laughed mer- rily ; then at times Pepita would try to look grave , and , with a solemn face , lecture the beautiful boy , shaking her fan ...
42. oldal
... young girl began to yield to fatigue ; she cried heartily with anxiety for her dear child , but at length over- come by drowsiness , laid her soft round arm upon the table close by , her head then drooped gently till resting upon it ...
... young girl began to yield to fatigue ; she cried heartily with anxiety for her dear child , but at length over- come by drowsiness , laid her soft round arm upon the table close by , her head then drooped gently till resting upon it ...
46. oldal
... young cadet , my generous friend . He knew that I was in the beleaguered cottage , disgracefully left to its fate by a portion of his own regiment ; he saw that we still held out , -that there was hope that we might yet be saved . He ...
... young cadet , my generous friend . He knew that I was in the beleaguered cottage , disgracefully left to its fate by a portion of his own regiment ; he saw that we still held out , -that there was hope that we might yet be saved . He ...
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325. oldal - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
184. oldal - So may the outward shows be least themselves: The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
296. oldal - The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up...
606. oldal - For them the Ceylon diver held his breath, And went all naked to the hungry shark; For them his ears gush'd blood; for them in death The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark Lay full of darts; for them alone did seethe A thousand men in troubles wide and dark : Half-ignorant, they turn'd an easy wheel, That set sharp racks at work, to pinch and peel.
240. oldal - And Ahab spake unto Naboth, saying, Give me thy vineyard, that I may have it for a garden of herbs, because it is near unto my house : and I will give thee for it a better vineyard than it; or, if it seem good to thee, I will give thee the worth of it in money.
163. oldal - And the heavy gates are opened : Then a murmur long and loud, And a cry of fear and wonder Bursts from out the bending crowd. For they see in battered harness Only one hard-stricken man, And his weary steed is wounded, . And his cheek is pale and wan. Spearless hangs a bloody banner In his weak and drooping hand...
280. oldal - But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.
167. oldal - Whom ye sent with prayers away, Not a single man departed From his monarch yesterday. Had you seen them, O my masters ! When the night began to fall, And the English spearmen gathered Round a grim and ghastly wall ! As the wolves in winter circle Round the leaguer on the heath, So the greedy foe glared upward, Panting still for blood and death.
166. oldal - There is more than honour there, Else, be sure, I had not brought it From the field of dark despair. Never yet was royal banner Steeped in such a costly dye ; It hath lain upon a bosom Where no other shroud shall lie. Sirs II charge you, keep it holy ; Keep it as a sacred thing, For the stain ye see upon it Was the life-blood of your King !
171. oldal - Go to our appointed place. God, our Father, will not fail us In that last tremendous hour, — If all other bulwarks crumble, HE will be our strength and tower : Though the ramparts rock beneath us, And the walls go crashing down, Though the roar of conflagration Bellow o'er the sinking town ; There is yet one place of shelter, Where the foeman cannot come, Where the summons never sounded Of the trumpet or the drum.