Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen66W. Blackwood & Sons, 1849 |
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... half - score gaping babies - the sole family in all the dell . And the sea- mews , sore against their will driven seawards , are returning by ones and twos , and thirties , and thousands , up Loch - Etive , and , dallying with what wind ...
... half - score gaping babies - the sole family in all the dell . And the sea- mews , sore against their will driven seawards , are returning by ones and twos , and thirties , and thousands , up Loch - Etive , and , dallying with what wind ...
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... half - minute time . NORTH . I swear to defend - at the pen's point - against all Comers - this position— that the line " Diluit : implentur fossæ , cava flumina crescunt Cum sonitu- " is , where it stands and looking before and after ...
... half - minute time . NORTH . I swear to defend - at the pen's point - against all Comers - this position— that the line " Diluit : implentur fossæ , cava flumina crescunt Cum sonitu- " is , where it stands and looking before and after ...
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... half - raised . " We are here in a confined world - close to us and near ; and our sympathies with its inhabitants - human or brute - comprehend the very attitudes or pos- tures in which the lightning found and left them ; but the final ...
... half - raised . " We are here in a confined world - close to us and near ; and our sympathies with its inhabitants - human or brute - comprehend the very attitudes or pos- tures in which the lightning found and left them ; but the final ...
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... half - past two . Four hours for work . The Cladich - or whatever you call him - is rumbling disorderly in the wood ; and I noted , as I crossed the bridge , that he was proud as a piper of being in Spate — but he -HEAVEN HAVE MERCY ...
... half - past two . Four hours for work . The Cladich - or whatever you call him - is rumbling disorderly in the wood ; and I noted , as I crossed the bridge , that he was proud as a piper of being in Spate — but he -HEAVEN HAVE MERCY ...
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... half - separated from Life , yet on our side of Death . Recess , hardly accessible - profound - of which I , the sole inmate , held under an uncomprehended restraint , breathe , move , and follow my own way and wise , apart from human ...
... half - separated from Life , yet on our side of Death . Recess , hardly accessible - profound - of which I , the sole inmate , held under an uncomprehended restraint , breathe , move , and follow my own way and wise , apart from human ...
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Página 605 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 592 - Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Página 614 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Página 607 - Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Página 237 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 366 - To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale!
Página 287 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 246 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Página 597 - Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not.
Página 287 - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future fate of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.