Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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... head , look'd up , And gazed upon my face . " Twas partly Love , and partly Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her ...
... head , look'd up , And gazed upon my face . " Twas partly Love , and partly Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her ...
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... head ; her dark brown hair Fell , gently lifted , on her bosom bare ; Her necklace shone , of sparkling insects made , That flit , like specks of fire , from sun to shade ; Light was her form ; a clasp of silver brac'd The azure - dyed ...
... head ; her dark brown hair Fell , gently lifted , on her bosom bare ; Her necklace shone , of sparkling insects made , That flit , like specks of fire , from sun to shade ; Light was her form ; a clasp of silver brac'd The azure - dyed ...
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... head , as in the grave , And sink to glorious rest beneath the wave , Dost thou , majestic in repose , retire , Below the deep , to unknown worlds of fire ? Yet , tho ' thou sinkest , awful , in the main , The shadowy moon comes forth ...
... head , as in the grave , And sink to glorious rest beneath the wave , Dost thou , majestic in repose , retire , Below the deep , to unknown worlds of fire ? Yet , tho ' thou sinkest , awful , in the main , The shadowy moon comes forth ...
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... head " Peace is with the dead ! Him dost thou seek who injur'd thine and thee ? Here - strike the fell assassin - I am he ! " Die ! " he exclaim'd , and with convulsive start Instant had plung'd the dagger in his heart , When the meek ...
... head " Peace is with the dead ! Him dost thou seek who injur'd thine and thee ? Here - strike the fell assassin - I am he ! " Die ! " he exclaim'd , and with convulsive start Instant had plung'd the dagger in his heart , When the meek ...
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... Head is just like a Squirrel's cage , and her Mind the Squirrel that whirls it round . never looks towards the end , but only the beginning of things ; for she will call in all haste for one , and have nothing to say to him when he is ...
... Head is just like a Squirrel's cage , and her Mind the Squirrel that whirls it round . never looks towards the end , but only the beginning of things ; for she will call in all haste for one , and have nothing to say to him when he is ...
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Página 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Página 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Página 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Página 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Página 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Página 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.