Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 74W. Blackwood & Sons, 1853 |
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Pàgina 20
... heart of Louis XIV . - an amiable surmise , in which we , who believe that during the lat- ter part of that king's life he had little heart or sympathy for anything but self , find it difficult to coincide . Holland , which , in the ...
... heart of Louis XIV . - an amiable surmise , in which we , who believe that during the lat- ter part of that king's life he had little heart or sympathy for anything but self , find it difficult to coincide . Holland , which , in the ...
Pàgina 33
... heart through Him , now ready exalted through the homage of the resting as enthroned on that heart , yet al- redeemed generations who were to salute her Blessed . Six times have I visited the city made glorious by the possession of C ...
... heart through Him , now ready exalted through the homage of the resting as enthroned on that heart , yet al- redeemed generations who were to salute her Blessed . Six times have I visited the city made glorious by the possession of C ...
Pàgina 37
... heart lifted far above theology into love , and , we would almost say , sympathe- tic or poetic devotion , Mrs Jameson concludes " Thus , in highest heaven , yet not out of sight of earth , in beati- tude past utterance , in blessed ...
... heart lifted far above theology into love , and , we would almost say , sympathe- tic or poetic devotion , Mrs Jameson concludes " Thus , in highest heaven , yet not out of sight of earth , in beati- tude past utterance , in blessed ...
Pàgina 40
... heart beating violently ; and the blood rush- ing down from his face , to see what all the knocking was about , left him very white . What if she alluded to some other than himself ! a thought which he had never yet looked at face to ...
... heart beating violently ; and the blood rush- ing down from his face , to see what all the knocking was about , left him very white . What if she alluded to some other than himself ! a thought which he had never yet looked at face to ...
Pàgina 41
... heart , and the rush of his thoughts - it was like hearing a per- son talk as you stood by a cataract ) ; - " and , besides , we had so little hope of ever seeing anybody at all worthy of her , that it seemed altogether too good to be ...
... heart , and the rush of his thoughts - it was like hearing a per- son talk as you stood by a cataract ) ; - " and , besides , we had so little hope of ever seeing anybody at all worthy of her , that it seemed altogether too good to be ...
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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.