Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 74W. Blackwood & Sons, 1853 |
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Pàgina 14
... course of one year ( 1687 ) , 15,500 French Protestants were succoured by British generosity : 13,000 of these were settled in Lon- don , and 2000 in the different sea- port towns where they had landed . Amongst them were 140 persons of ...
... course of one year ( 1687 ) , 15,500 French Protestants were succoured by British generosity : 13,000 of these were settled in Lon- don , and 2000 in the different sea- port towns where they had landed . Amongst them were 140 persons of ...
Pàgina 23
... course of life is never quite so smooth ; doubts and conjectures are ever offering themselves ; and if not a real religious conviction , some super- stition or other will take possession of the perplexed mind . If all the super ...
... course of life is never quite so smooth ; doubts and conjectures are ever offering themselves ; and if not a real religious conviction , some super- stition or other will take possession of the perplexed mind . If all the super ...
Pàgina 44
... course to - morrow as to depart with a certainty of some sort . I will insure success if I can . If that be out of the question , I wish to avoid refusal . " " I know of no family reasons , " answered the Curate , dryly , as before ...
... course to - morrow as to depart with a certainty of some sort . I will insure success if I can . If that be out of the question , I wish to avoid refusal . " " I know of no family reasons , " answered the Curate , dryly , as before ...
Pàgina 48
... course the occasion would have been one of un- mixed sorrow . And when do you start , my dear fellow ? " . 66 By the five o'clock coach , this afternoon , " answered Fane . " By the five o'clock coach , this after- noon ! " repeated ...
... course the occasion would have been one of un- mixed sorrow . And when do you start , my dear fellow ? " . 66 By the five o'clock coach , this afternoon , " answered Fane . " By the five o'clock coach , this after- noon ! " repeated ...
Pàgina 54
... course . As he rode away , the scene began to re - enact itself in his mind . The Captain's feminine vanity , thus sharply wounded , shrieked out like Venus , when she felt the spear of Diomed . He cursed the whole household - he cursed ...
... course . As he rode away , the scene began to re - enact itself in his mind . The Captain's feminine vanity , thus sharply wounded , shrieked out like Venus , when she felt the spear of Diomed . He cursed the whole household - he cursed ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 313 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Pàgina 318 - From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pàgina 459 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. Prithee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was 't then, That made you break this enterprise to me?
Pàgina 462 - And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd...
Pàgina 398 - This is an age of the world when nations are trembling and convulsed. A mighty influence is abroad, surging and heaving the world, as with an earthquake. And is America safe? Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.
Pàgina 459 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Pàgina 608 - Here was a panacea — a Qapfiaxov vrjiriv9(f for all human woes : here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered : happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket : portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint bottle : and peace of mind could be sent down in gallons by the mail coach.
Pàgina 468 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Pàgina 272 - Majesty's reign there be such conditions of government settled and enacted, as may secure the honour and sovereignty of this Crown and Kingdom, the freedom, frequency and power of Parliaments, the religion, liberty and trade of the nation, from English or any foreign influence...
Pàgina 245 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.