Blackwood's Magazine, Volumen 2W. Blackwood., 1818 |
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... towns as a hireless Volunteer , in a blue coat and white waistcoat , that not a rag of the Woman of Babylon might be seen on In preaching , his object was to shew that our Saviour was the real son of Joseph , and that the Crucifixion ...
... towns as a hireless Volunteer , in a blue coat and white waistcoat , that not a rag of the Woman of Babylon might be seen on In preaching , his object was to shew that our Saviour was the real son of Joseph , and that the Crucifixion ...
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... towns , and towers . Treacherous Warwick ! traiterous Mortimer ! If I be England's King - in lakes of gore Your headless trunks , your bodies will I trail , That you may drink your fill , and quaff in blood , And stain my Royal Standard ...
... towns , and towers . Treacherous Warwick ! traiterous Mortimer ! If I be England's King - in lakes of gore Your headless trunks , your bodies will I trail , That you may drink your fill , and quaff in blood , And stain my Royal Standard ...
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... Town , accom- panied with Robert Melvill . He carrieth with him three Instruments to be signed by the Queen . The one containing her con- sent to have her son crowned , and to relin- quish the Government of the Realm . The other is a ...
... Town , accom- panied with Robert Melvill . He carrieth with him three Instruments to be signed by the Queen . The one containing her con- sent to have her son crowned , and to relin- quish the Government of the Realm . The other is a ...
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... town . In the opinion of these competent judges , London is the world - and Hunt is a Homer . Mr Hunt is not disqualified by his ignorance and vulgarity alone , for be- ing the founder of a respectable sect in poetry . He labours under ...
... town . In the opinion of these competent judges , London is the world - and Hunt is a Homer . Mr Hunt is not disqualified by his ignorance and vulgarity alone , for be- ing the founder of a respectable sect in poetry . He labours under ...
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... town , have come under our obser- vation . The disease has occasionally passed through different individuals of families , but it cannot be said to be epidemic . In three instances in which it has appeared in families , where there were ...
... town , have come under our obser- vation . The disease has occasionally passed through different individuals of families , but it cannot be said to be epidemic . In three instances in which it has appeared in families , where there were ...
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Página 260 - And kill sick people groaning under walls; Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Página 69 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 316 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Página 419 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
Página 11 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 481 - He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and scorner of others, given rather to lose a friend than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him (especially after drink, which is one of the elements in which he liveth...
Página 29 - These looks of thine can harbour nought but death: I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Página 29 - They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
Página 29 - EDW.: Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake: This fear is that which makes me tremble thus; And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? LIGHT.: To rid thee of thy life. — Matrevis, come! Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY K. EDW.: I am too weak and feeble to resist. — Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!
Página 263 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.