Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 66William Blackwood, 1849 - England |
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... heart . Had I not deserved to be allowed to go ? Did they not all know that all my happiness in this life depended on my being allowed to go ? Could any one of them give a reason for not allowing me to go ? What right had they to say ...
... heart . Had I not deserved to be allowed to go ? Did they not all know that all my happiness in this life depended on my being allowed to go ? Could any one of them give a reason for not allowing me to go ? What right had they to say ...
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... heart : he looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers . " He is speaking of tempests in the moral world . You know the passage- it is a fine one - so indeed is the whole Epistle - Table - Talk . I am a bit of ...
... heart : he looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest lowers . " He is speaking of tempests in the moral world . You know the passage- it is a fine one - so indeed is the whole Epistle - Table - Talk . I am a bit of ...
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... heart of the sublime . The Light , such as it is , sets off the power of the lightning - it pales to that flashing - and is forgotten in Fire . It smells of hell . SEWARD . It is constitutional in the Sewards . North , I am sick . NORTH ...
... heart of the sublime . The Light , such as it is , sets off the power of the lightning - it pales to that flashing - and is forgotten in Fire . It smells of hell . SEWARD . It is constitutional in the Sewards . North , I am sick . NORTH ...
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... heart's desire . There are caves , Seward , in Buachail - Mor ; and one recess I know — not a cave - but grander far than any cave - near the Fall of Eas - a - Bhrogich - far down below the bottom of the Fall , which in its long descent ...
... heart's desire . There are caves , Seward , in Buachail - Mor ; and one recess I know — not a cave - but grander far than any cave - near the Fall of Eas - a - Bhrogich - far down below the bottom of the Fall , which in its long descent ...
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... hearts gladdened - but have you not often felt , Seward , as if such Apparitions came at a silent call in our souls ... heart for Scenery , as it is called , but am no hand at a description . My dear , sweet , soft - breasted , fair ...
... hearts gladdened - but have you not often felt , Seward , as if such Apparitions came at a silent call in our souls ... heart for Scenery , as it is called , but am no hand at a description . My dear , sweet , soft - breasted , fair ...
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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.