Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66William Blackwood, 1849 - England |
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... eyes - the whole house was happy . All voices were kinder - if that were possible than they had been when I rose in the morning - a Boy in his Ninth Year . Parental hands smoothed my hair - parental lips kissed it - and parental ...
... eyes - the whole house was happy . All voices were kinder - if that were possible than they had been when I rose in the morning - a Boy in his Ninth Year . Parental hands smoothed my hair - parental lips kissed it - and parental ...
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... eyes ? BULLER . I gave him my handkerchief - for at this moment I know his head is like to rend . I wish I had kept it to myself ; but no use the lightning is seen through lids and hands , and would be through stone walls . NORTH . Each ...
... eyes ? BULLER . I gave him my handkerchief - for at this moment I know his head is like to rend . I wish I had kept it to myself ; but no use the lightning is seen through lids and hands , and would be through stone walls . NORTH . Each ...
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... eyes . BULLER . Doff , then , the Flying Dutchman . NORTH . And thousands of Rills , on the first day of their apparent existence , are all happy too , and make me happy to look on them leaping and dancing down the rocks - and the River ...
... eyes . BULLER . Doff , then , the Flying Dutchman . NORTH . And thousands of Rills , on the first day of their apparent existence , are all happy too , and make me happy to look on them leaping and dancing down the rocks - and the River ...
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... eyes but for the Camp - the Tents and the Trees -and " Thee the spirit of them all ! " Let me have another eye - full - another soul - full of the Loch . But ' twill never do to be losing time in this way . Where's my creel - where's my ...
... eyes but for the Camp - the Tents and the Trees -and " Thee the spirit of them all ! " Let me have another eye - full - another soul - full of the Loch . But ' twill never do to be losing time in this way . Where's my creel - where's my ...
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... eyes , and sweet breath inhaled , are not the whole of man's life here below - and because there is an Hereafter ! SEWARD . I know where he is , Buller . He called it well a Cathedral - like Library . NORTH . The breath of departed ...
... eyes , and sweet breath inhaled , are not the whole of man's life here below - and because there is an Hereafter ! SEWARD . I know where he is , Buller . He called it well a Cathedral - like Library . NORTH . The breath of departed ...
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Page 20 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 608 - 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...
Page 621 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 630 - 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.
Page 629 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Page 612 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Page 335 - we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Page 244 - 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...
Page 607 - Be innocent of the knowledge , dearest chuck , Till thou applaud the deed. — Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Page 360 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes while all around is torn ' By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn ; Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.