Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Količina 4W. Blackwood, 1819 |
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Stran 4
... spirit with that of his people , by embodying in his verse those habitual and peculiar thoughts which constitute the essence of their nationality . I myself have never been in Ireland ; but I strongly suspect that Moore has been silent ...
... spirit with that of his people , by embodying in his verse those habitual and peculiar thoughts which constitute the essence of their nationality . I myself have never been in Ireland ; but I strongly suspect that Moore has been silent ...
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... spirit of youth , * London , John Murray , Albemarle Street . 1818 . with so much of the shrewdness , and even wisdom of age ; in short , we know of nobody else who seems to be a Man of Letters , so entirely from the pure love of ...
... spirit of youth , * London , John Murray , Albemarle Street . 1818 . with so much of the shrewdness , and even wisdom of age ; in short , we know of nobody else who seems to be a Man of Letters , so entirely from the pure love of ...
Stran 36
... spirits who have left us , it is fitting that we hold in memory the imperishable impression which their characters ... spirit that reigns in this island , if he expects any other reward for that disloyalty than universal contempt and ...
... spirits who have left us , it is fitting that we hold in memory the imperishable impression which their characters ... spirit that reigns in this island , if he expects any other reward for that disloyalty than universal contempt and ...
Stran 44
... spirit of incredulity , that we trouble them even with the threatening of such formidable cita- tions . Our Domina - without injury to all the other ladies , Roman and not Ro- man , who bore the same name , she may be called Sabina - at ...
... spirit of incredulity , that we trouble them even with the threatening of such formidable cita- tions . Our Domina - without injury to all the other ladies , Roman and not Ro- man , who bore the same name , she may be called Sabina - at ...
Stran 77
... spirit - like , and streams Aye murmuring through a world of dreams . A hundred plaintive tunes hath she- A hundred chants of sober glee- And she hath sung them o'er and o'er , - As on some solitary shore , ' Tis said the Mermaid oft ...
... spirit - like , and streams Aye murmuring through a world of dreams . A hundred plaintive tunes hath she- A hundred chants of sober glee- And she hath sung them o'er and o'er , - As on some solitary shore , ' Tis said the Mermaid oft ...
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Stran 54 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Stran 257 - WHEN Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold. And she had made a pipe of straw, And music from that pipe could draw Like sounds of winds and floods ; Had built a bower upon the green, As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods.
Stran 256 - My Friend! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and chearful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Stran 259 - That oaten pipe of hers is mute, Or thrown away; but with a flute Her loneliness she cheers: This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears.
Stran 213 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower ' Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Stran 142 - My constant reflections on the inconvenient, or rather injurious rites, introduced by the peculiar practice of Hindoo idolatry, which, more than any other pagan worship, destroys the texture of society, together with compassion for my countrymen, have compelled me to use every possible effort to awaken them from their dream of error: and by making them acquainted with their scriptures, enable them to contemplate with true devotion the unity and omnipresence of Nature's God..
Stran 146 - I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Stran 158 - Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Stran 147 - I completed in less than two months, that one evening I wrote from the time I had drunk my tea, about six o'clock, till half an hour after one in the morning, when my hand and fingers were so weary, that I could not hold the pen to finish the sentence, but left Matilda and Isabella talking, in the middle of a paragraph.
Stran 257 - Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell, the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind ! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied ; for 'tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.