The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Volumes 1-2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 - Scottish periodicals |
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... seemed greater and happier than I was at that time . ' No wonder Mary was dazzled , however , sir ; for I have been told since that it is a very fine house . The hall had grand marble statues in it : there was a shrubbery of I can't ...
... seemed greater and happier than I was at that time . ' No wonder Mary was dazzled , however , sir ; for I have been told since that it is a very fine house . The hall had grand marble statues in it : there was a shrubbery of I can't ...
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... seemed to depend upon her care ; and neither night nor day had she ceased to watch it ; and if there was a moment when she remembered with sorrow that it was not her own , she at the same time called to mind that it was Captain Mande ...
... seemed to depend upon her care ; and neither night nor day had she ceased to watch it ; and if there was a moment when she remembered with sorrow that it was not her own , she at the same time called to mind that it was Captain Mande ...
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... seemed quite glassy ; in a word , she looked exactly like an untended corpse placed up- right . " Lord have mercy on us , Mary ! " said I , starting and drop- ping my spectacles , " when did you arrive ? " " Where is Mr. Mandeville ...
... seemed quite glassy ; in a word , she looked exactly like an untended corpse placed up- right . " Lord have mercy on us , Mary ! " said I , starting and drop- ping my spectacles , " when did you arrive ? " " Where is Mr. Mandeville ...
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... seemed like Jesus meek , When he rode on an ass ! A trinket of a Lord swept by With all his rich array , And waved me off , my babes and I , As things of coarser clay . There followed close a hideous throng Of pert and pensioned things ...
... seemed like Jesus meek , When he rode on an ass ! A trinket of a Lord swept by With all his rich array , And waved me off , my babes and I , As things of coarser clay . There followed close a hideous throng Of pert and pensioned things ...
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... with his wife's apartments was shut up , by his order . While I lived as one of the household , their domestic arrangements had been still more direct ; Bona- ing to the heavens , whose lights seemed in placid Schoolmaster ,
... with his wife's apartments was shut up , by his order . While I lived as one of the household , their domestic arrangements had been still more direct ; Bona- ing to the heavens , whose lights seemed in placid Schoolmaster ,
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Popular passages
Page 273 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Page 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Page 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Page 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Page 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
Page 30 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 290 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
Page 30 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
Page 30 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Page 268 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...