Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... less conversant . In the present case , however , we hardly precede the popular feeling . Distrust begins very distinctly to be entertained by the people at large ; and we are doing no more than giving it expres- sion . Let us not be ...
... less conversant . In the present case , however , we hardly precede the popular feeling . Distrust begins very distinctly to be entertained by the people at large ; and we are doing no more than giving it expres- sion . Let us not be ...
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... less dependent for their wretched and ever palpitating exis- tence than the honest and industrious are for theirs , on that general security to which their practice creates exceptions . Be the momentary object of his rapacity what it ...
... less dependent for their wretched and ever palpitating exis- tence than the honest and industrious are for theirs , on that general security to which their practice creates exceptions . Be the momentary object of his rapacity what it ...
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... less to more she told me something that I shall not rehearse , and , with the tear in her eye , she entreated my advice ; but I could give her none , for I thought her daughter had been donsie ; so no more was said anent it ; but the ...
... less to more she told me something that I shall not rehearse , and , with the tear in her eye , she entreated my advice ; but I could give her none , for I thought her daughter had been donsie ; so no more was said anent it ; but the ...
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... less thread . I do not know how it happened , but come to pass it did , that I took a kindness for the forsaken creature , insomuch that , if his luck had been no better with Miss Peggy Needle , it was my intent to have brought him up ...
... less thread . I do not know how it happened , but come to pass it did , that I took a kindness for the forsaken creature , insomuch that , if his luck had been no better with Miss Peggy Needle , it was my intent to have brought him up ...
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... less to more , she grew , at last , as obstinate as a graven image , and was not sparing in the words she made use of to get us out of her habitation . But , not to summer and winter on this very unforeseen come - to - pass , the ...
... less to more , she grew , at last , as obstinate as a graven image , and was not sparing in the words she made use of to get us out of her habitation . But , not to summer and winter on this very unforeseen come - to - pass , the ...
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Página 332 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 331 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Página 332 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 331 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 29 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Página 331 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 341 - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
Página 333 - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Página 333 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 102 - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.