The works of professor Wilson, ed. by prof. Ferrier, Volym 10Blackwood, 1857 |
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... ourselves the only spectator of a panorama painted by Spring , for our sole delight or plunge into the old wood's magnificent exclusion from sky - where , at midsummer , day is as night - though not so now , for this is the season of ...
... ourselves the only spectator of a panorama painted by Spring , for our sole delight or plunge into the old wood's magnificent exclusion from sky - where , at midsummer , day is as night - though not so now , for this is the season of ...
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... a greater multitude of dear old remembrances , all touching ourselves , than LOGAN BRAES . The old people , when we first knew them , we used to think VOL . X. B somewhat apt to be surly - for they were Seceders MAY - DAY . 17.
... a greater multitude of dear old remembrances , all touching ourselves , than LOGAN BRAES . The old people , when we first knew them , we used to think VOL . X. B somewhat apt to be surly - for they were Seceders MAY - DAY . 17.
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... ourselves borne back instinctively from the horrible pit - and as aid we could give none , we listened if we could hear any cry - but there was none and we all flew together out of the dreadful field , and again collecting ourselves ...
... ourselves borne back instinctively from the horrible pit - and as aid we could give none , we listened if we could hear any cry - but there was none and we all flew together out of the dreadful field , and again collecting ourselves ...
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... distance , to beckon with her hand more particularly , it was thought , on ourselves , as we stood a few yards apart from the rest . " Willie is countenance . worse , " were the only words she 26 RECREATIONS OF CHRISTOPHER NORTH .
... distance , to beckon with her hand more particularly , it was thought , on ourselves , as we stood a few yards apart from the rest . " Willie is countenance . worse , " were the only words she 26 RECREATIONS OF CHRISTOPHER NORTH .
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... ourselves snugly seated in an arm - chair , not wearied , but to rest willing , while the clock ticks pleasantly , and we take no note of time but by its gain ; for here is our journal , in which we shall put down a few jottings for MAY ...
... ourselves snugly seated in an arm - chair , not wearied , but to rest willing , while the clock ticks pleasantly , and we take no note of time but by its gain ; for here is our journal , in which we shall put down a few jottings for MAY ...
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Sida 82 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Sida 81 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Sida 55 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Sida 261 - And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm, that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspen tall. The uncurling floods, diffused In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course.
Sida 292 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Sida 44 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Sida 276 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Sida 305 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue ; Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
Sida 49 - Lastly, whatsoever in religion is holy and sublime, in virtue amiable or grave, whatsoever hath passion or admiration in all the changes of that which is called fortune from without, or the wily subtleties and refluxes of man's thoughts from within ; all these things with a solid and treatable smoothness to paint out and describe.
Sida 63 - So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind...