Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen 14William Blackwood, 1823 |
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... soul , ( that is their genius , ) may live . The advantage of a little proper reading may be illustrated by the his- tory of George Cruikshank - as well as by that of any other individual I have the pleasure of not being per- sonally ...
... soul , ( that is their genius , ) may live . The advantage of a little proper reading may be illustrated by the his- tory of George Cruikshank - as well as by that of any other individual I have the pleasure of not being per- sonally ...
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... soul of soul , And forged the chains that now control The frenzy of the Frank . 3 . " No , no ! its harmonies should ring In vaunt of glories all thine own ; A discord sometimes from the string Struck forth to make thy harshness known ...
... soul of soul , And forged the chains that now control The frenzy of the Frank . 3 . " No , no ! its harmonies should ring In vaunt of glories all thine own ; A discord sometimes from the string Struck forth to make thy harshness known ...
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... soul acquired another tint . The showers of tears I shed assisted more This transformation ; broken up , I found , Was my past peace and freedom ; in the core Of my fond heart , an all - luxuriant ground , The plant whereof I perish ...
... soul acquired another tint . The showers of tears I shed assisted more This transformation ; broken up , I found , Was my past peace and freedom ; in the core Of my fond heart , an all - luxuriant ground , The plant whereof I perish ...
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... soul , that , did I not create Some strong deceit of power , to ease the weight , I must at once die - die without my crown Of martyrdom , a register'd renown , Untalk'd of by the world , unheard , un- view'd ! And thus from my most ...
... soul , that , did I not create Some strong deceit of power , to ease the weight , I must at once die - die without my crown Of martyrdom , a register'd renown , Untalk'd of by the world , unheard , un- view'd ! And thus from my most ...
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... soul denies , Sick with the sense of man's collected woe ; Behind this dungeon's dripping wall she lies , Frenzy the crime for which her blood must flow . Traitor , thou darest not enter in To face the witness of thy sin . Forward ! thy ...
... soul denies , Sick with the sense of man's collected woe ; Behind this dungeon's dripping wall she lies , Frenzy the crime for which her blood must flow . Traitor , thou darest not enter in To face the witness of thy sin . Forward ! thy ...
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Página 344 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Página 396 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Página 157 - ... the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched.
Página 265 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Página 266 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Página 481 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
Página 482 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Página 288 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Página 482 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 481 - No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will think ourselves still something in your debt: it is but to sing us a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over this meadow, about eight or nine days since. MILK- WOMAN. What song was it, I pray? Was it, "Come, shepherds, deck your herds"? or "As at noon Dulcina rested"?