Noctes ambrosianaeBlackwood, 1856 |
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... Tell me , Mr North , tell me , Mr De Quinshy , on the honours o ' twa gentlemen as you are , am I the noo as ugly as Mr Tickler ? North . ' Twould be hard to decide , James , which face de- serves the palm ; yet - let me see - let me ...
... Tell me , Mr North , tell me , Mr De Quinshy , on the honours o ' twa gentlemen as you are , am I the noo as ugly as Mr Tickler ? North . ' Twould be hard to decide , James , which face de- serves the palm ; yet - let me see - let me ...
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... Mr De Quinshy ; and tell me , Mr North , what for ye didna come out to Innerleithen and fish for the silver medal of the St Ronan's Border Club ? I'm thinkin ye was feared . 1 Aristophanes . 48 ANGLING . North . I have won so many.
... Mr De Quinshy ; and tell me , Mr North , what for ye didna come out to Innerleithen and fish for the silver medal of the St Ronan's Border Club ? I'm thinkin ye was feared . 1 Aristophanes . 48 ANGLING . North . I have won so many.
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... tell anither tale- North . And what do my enemies , in their utter ignorance , know of me ? But to my friends , my character lies outspread , visible from bound to bound , just like a stretch of Highland prospect on the Longest Day ...
... tell anither tale- North . And what do my enemies , in their utter ignorance , know of me ? But to my friends , my character lies outspread , visible from bound to bound , just like a stretch of Highland prospect on the Longest Day ...
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... Tell ! Look at the mountains of Scot- land and Switzerland - listen to their cataracts - look to the light on the foreheads - listen to the music on the lips of the Free- " Kings of the Desert , men whose stately tread Brings from the ...
... Tell ! Look at the mountains of Scot- land and Switzerland - listen to their cataracts - look to the light on the foreheads - listen to the music on the lips of the Free- " Kings of the Desert , men whose stately tread Brings from the ...
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... tell me what you meant by averring that there is no such thing in nature as bad weather . I am rather disposed to believe that — whatever may have been the case once - now there is no such thing as good . Why , James , you might as well ...
... tell me what you meant by averring that there is no such thing in nature as bad weather . I am rather disposed to believe that — whatever may have been the case once - now there is no such thing as good . Why , James , you might as well ...
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Page 43 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 232 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 246 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave; Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love ! where love like this is found : O heart-felt raptures ! bliss beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — ' If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare — One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms, breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that...
Page 227 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...
Page 264 - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Page 238 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled Iiia indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds...
Page 261 - For death, the following day, in bloody fight; So scented the grim feature and upturned His nostril wide into the murky air; Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Page 356 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Page 357 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Page 242 - Tower Menagerie," containing the natural history of the animals contained in that establishment, with anecdotes of their character and history Shepherd.