Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Bind 17William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1850 |
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Side 10
... hand of the Duke of Wellington , he wrote to his Grace , in the true dominic spirit , but with almost as much wisdom as wit - that he could tell him how to do the most difficult thing he had in hand , namely , to cure the ills of ...
... hand of the Duke of Wellington , he wrote to his Grace , in the true dominic spirit , but with almost as much wisdom as wit - that he could tell him how to do the most difficult thing he had in hand , namely , to cure the ills of ...
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... hand , conducted me to the drawing - room . Never shall I forget the appearance it presented I mean the general appearance ; luxu- riously furnished , and brilliant with light . For the rest I saw nothing distinctly but Beatrice , who ...
... hand , conducted me to the drawing - room . Never shall I forget the appearance it presented I mean the general appearance ; luxu- riously furnished , and brilliant with light . For the rest I saw nothing distinctly but Beatrice , who ...
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... hand an artificial sea in the desert , larger than the lake of Geneva , which still rolls and glitters beneath the fer- vour of an African sun . Several of my companions had been in the East - one in Egypt ; but they had seen little or ...
... hand an artificial sea in the desert , larger than the lake of Geneva , which still rolls and glitters beneath the fer- vour of an African sun . Several of my companions had been in the East - one in Egypt ; but they had seen little or ...
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... hands , and sought to make her feel the extreme of felicity . She was at this moment sitting on a marble mastabah beside her door ; and the merchant , with a fan of palm leaves in his hand , was engaged in gently cooling her face ...
... hands , and sought to make her feel the extreme of felicity . She was at this moment sitting on a marble mastabah beside her door ; and the merchant , with a fan of palm leaves in his hand , was engaged in gently cooling her face ...
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... hand ere we dispose of the practical difficulties of the other two . Even in England , without adverting The English agriculturists have treated Mr. Me- to the discussions which have occurred in the jour - chi much worse than the Scotch ...
... hand ere we dispose of the practical difficulties of the other two . Even in England , without adverting The English agriculturists have treated Mr. Me- to the discussions which have occurred in the jour - chi much worse than the Scotch ...
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Side 373 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth: As which of you shall not? With this I depart: That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Side 393 - Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes: Nor has the rolling year twice measured, From sign to sign, its steadfast course, Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source ; The rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth : And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
Side 397 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Side 394 - Poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply.
Side 57 - Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast ; And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last. The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night. It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore, Till the waves of the bay, where the May-Flower lay, Shall foam and freeze no more.
Side 244 - He alone, who, when the object requires it, is always keen, and worldly, and practical — and who yet, without changing his hand, or stopping his course, scatters around him, as he goes, all sounds and shapes of sweetness, — and conjures up landscapes of immortal fragrance and freshness, and peoples them with spirits of glorious aspect and attractive grace — and is a thousand times more full of...
Side 372 - How delightful in the early spring, after the dull and tedious time of winter, when the frosts disappear and the sunshine warms the earth and waters, to wander forth by some clear stream...
Side 393 - Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers, "Who next will drop and disappear?
Side 76 - And they made their lives bitter with hard bondage, in mortar, and in brick, and in all manner of service in the field: all their service, wherein they made them serve, was with rigour.
Side 143 - ... violet awakes ; What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore ; What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks, And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy brooks, In the vetches that tangled their shore. Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, Had scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And I wish you to grow on...