The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, 7. kötet1820 |
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36. oldal
... never to appear out of the closet , and we were to be ashamed of nothing so much as of confessing ourselves to be Christians . ' To the objection on ac- count of her sex she answered , that , as she was a woman , so was she also ...
... never to appear out of the closet , and we were to be ashamed of nothing so much as of confessing ourselves to be Christians . ' To the objection on ac- count of her sex she answered , that , as she was a woman , so was she also ...
42. oldal
... never sent empty away , ' - the stranger was fed and refreshed in passing that unfrequented vale , -the sick were vi- sited ; the feelings of humanity found further exercise among the distresses and embarrassments in the worldly estate ...
... never sent empty away , ' - the stranger was fed and refreshed in passing that unfrequented vale , -the sick were vi- sited ; the feelings of humanity found further exercise among the distresses and embarrassments in the worldly estate ...
46. oldal
... never yet enjoyed for per fecting the Philosophy of the Mind . In In this union , however , it is not to be concealed that metaphysical opi- nions must , in the first instance , yield to phrenological observations . every case where ...
... never yet enjoyed for per fecting the Philosophy of the Mind . In In this union , however , it is not to be concealed that metaphysical opi- nions must , in the first instance , yield to phrenological observations . every case where ...
47. oldal
... never seen the like , and could make no help ; for all things that used to be proper remedies prov- ed destructive : And this was not to be imputed to bad unwholesome vic- tual ; for severals , who had plenty of old victuals , did send ...
... never seen the like , and could make no help ; for all things that used to be proper remedies prov- ed destructive : And this was not to be imputed to bad unwholesome vic- tual ; for severals , who had plenty of old victuals , did send ...
49. oldal
... never . But ah , with wing- ed steps , - Steps winged with joy , -I shall return again , If you can open unto me a path Where honour and fame - and Dante may together Pass . But if no such way lead me to Florence , Then Florence never ...
... never . But ah , with wing- ed steps , - Steps winged with joy , -I shall return again , If you can open unto me a path Where honour and fame - and Dante may together Pass . But if no such way lead me to Florence , Then Florence never ...
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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.