The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... virtues , he possesses many peculiar to himself ; while in every point of manners or lesser morals , he bears away both the bell and the palm from his sire . Like the old gentleman , he is occasionally cold to strangers - biting VOL . V ...
... virtues , he possesses many peculiar to himself ; while in every point of manners or lesser morals , he bears away both the bell and the palm from his sire . Like the old gentleman , he is occasionally cold to strangers - biting VOL . V ...
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... Virtue in Propriety as to fish up a Stream ? So let us take our unangling way up the Tweed to its very source below the Erickstane , speculating on each pool and eddy , and prophesying the multitudinous murder of our downward course ...
... Virtue in Propriety as to fish up a Stream ? So let us take our unangling way up the Tweed to its very source below the Erickstane , speculating on each pool and eddy , and prophesying the multitudinous murder of our downward course ...
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... virtue by which Scotia's shepherdesses are guarded and adorned ; and the waters of the Talla , are they not as pure as those of the Ilissus ? Let us then re - angle our way down the pastoral rivulet , and leave the laughing lassies in ...
... virtue by which Scotia's shepherdesses are guarded and adorned ; and the waters of the Talla , are they not as pure as those of the Ilissus ? Let us then re - angle our way down the pastoral rivulet , and leave the laughing lassies in ...
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... virtue , and glorious visions of victories - alas ! never , never , to be won ; -for what was it all but that dear and dread delusion , in which nature for a while nurses up the human soul , in which Time seems the same as Eternity ...
... virtue , and glorious visions of victories - alas ! never , never , to be won ; -for what was it all but that dear and dread delusion , in which nature for a while nurses up the human soul , in which Time seems the same as Eternity ...
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... virtue , but very so - so jumpers indeed , and at wrestling not worth the toss - up of the smallest denomination of coin known , now or formerly , in these realms . At the beginning of the previous paragraph we have warned our readers ...
... virtue , but very so - so jumpers indeed , and at wrestling not worth the toss - up of the smallest denomination of coin known , now or formerly , in these realms . At the beginning of the previous paragraph we have warned our readers ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1856 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1856 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1865 |
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Sida 205 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Sida 81 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan : A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot; Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Sida 399 - Sound needed none. Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life.
Sida 13 - Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding ? His bed perchance was yon smooth mound On which the herd is feeding : And haply from this crystal pool, Now peaceful as the morning, The Water-wraith ascended thrice — And gave his doleful warning.
Sida 400 - So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind, That what we feel of sorrow and despair From ruin and from change, and all the grief The passing shows of Being leave behind, Appeared an idle dream, that could not live Where meditation was. I turned away, And walked along my road in happiness.
Sida 274 - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Sida 227 - King ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Sida 134 - Oh that I had the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest;" for I felt that there could be no rest for me in the midst of such outrages and pollutions.
Sida 14 - First we heard small pipes playing, as if no bigger than hollow rushes that whisper to the night-winds; and more piteous than aught that trills from earthly instrument was the scarce audible dirge ! It seemed to float over the stream, every foam-bell emitting a plaintive note, till the airy anthem came floating over my couch, and then alighted without ceasing among the heather.
Sida 399 - Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay Beneath him: - Far and wide the clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he...