The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, 7. kötet1820 |
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50. oldal
... less we have of it , the less we desire to have of it . is not with the aliment of the soul , as it is with the aliment of the body . The latter will be sought after ; the former must be offered to a people , whose spiritual appetite is ...
... less we have of it , the less we desire to have of it . is not with the aliment of the soul , as it is with the aliment of the body . The latter will be sought after ; the former must be offered to a people , whose spiritual appetite is ...
57. oldal
... less . It would change total non - attendants into attendants upon an evening ser- vice , who , at length , not satisfied with their deficiency from others , would have a demand for more . Instead of diminishing the taste which now is ...
... less . It would change total non - attendants into attendants upon an evening ser- vice , who , at length , not satisfied with their deficiency from others , would have a demand for more . Instead of diminishing the taste which now is ...
58. oldal
... less heard of the most distressing fire ever known in this country , which extended its ravages in Savannah , the capital of Georgia . A tender feeling of compassion for the sufferers called out very liberal contributions for their ...
... less heard of the most distressing fire ever known in this country , which extended its ravages in Savannah , the capital of Georgia . A tender feeling of compassion for the sufferers called out very liberal contributions for their ...
64. oldal
we are less solicitous to bring ourselves into notice by making enemies ; and we become convinced that one friend is more valuable than a thousand ad- mirers . Together with the gaiety of youth , we lose its petulance , and its self ...
we are less solicitous to bring ourselves into notice by making enemies ; and we become convinced that one friend is more valuable than a thousand ad- mirers . Together with the gaiety of youth , we lose its petulance , and its self ...
88. oldal
... less than at this time last year ; prices are about 7s . higher . - The deliveries of Sugar for home con- sumption , in the last six months , are estimated at 86,000 casks , besides 2000 tons of East India Sugar ; at Liverpool there ...
... less than at this time last year ; prices are about 7s . higher . - The deliveries of Sugar for home con- sumption , in the last six months , are estimated at 86,000 casks , besides 2000 tons of East India Sugar ; at Liverpool there ...
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315. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
315. oldal - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
315. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
542. oldal - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
315. oldal - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
450. oldal - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
314. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
314. oldal - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
314. oldal - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
315. oldal - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.