Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volym 7J. Mason, 1838 |
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... turn to labour for the dead . 15 . And when , slow - winding up the hill , Between the elms , the funeral came , Her voice would sound so cheerly shrill As if ' twere all an infant's game . 16 . But when the burial rite was there , The ...
... turn to labour for the dead . 15 . And when , slow - winding up the hill , Between the elms , the funeral came , Her voice would sound so cheerly shrill As if ' twere all an infant's game . 16 . But when the burial rite was there , The ...
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... turn and groan , When first the spade she saw him take , As if the grief were not his own . 16 . Then soon the burial pang was o'er , And calmer flowed the stream again ; But Jane would never witness more An open grave or funeral train ...
... turn and groan , When first the spade she saw him take , As if the grief were not his own . 16 . Then soon the burial pang was o'er , And calmer flowed the stream again ; But Jane would never witness more An open grave or funeral train ...
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... turn . " 38 . 32 . Long time she paused , and hid face , Then raised her head in piteous her sor- row , With long , sad smiles , of sorrow bred , The fate - struck lovers left each other , While both at heart more deeply bled Than even ...
... turn . " 38 . 32 . Long time she paused , and hid face , Then raised her head in piteous her sor- row , With long , sad smiles , of sorrow bred , The fate - struck lovers left each other , While both at heart more deeply bled Than even ...
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... turn its war to rest . ] 30 . " To them , to thee , my sinking voice , Beloved ! would fain once more pro- claim , In Christ alone may those rejoice Deceived by every other name . 31 . 66 In all but Him our sins have been , And ...
... turn its war to rest . ] 30 . " To them , to thee , my sinking voice , Beloved ! would fain once more pro- claim , In Christ alone may those rejoice Deceived by every other name . 31 . 66 In all but Him our sins have been , And ...
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... turn'd below : one arm his lyre Clasp'd close ; the sun had touch'd a pine with fire ; He seized a branchy torch ; I heard the wave Dash loud and long and shrill ; a yawning cave Receiv'd him , and I enter'd . " - P . 190 . The poet is ...
... turn'd below : one arm his lyre Clasp'd close ; the sun had touch'd a pine with fire ; He seized a branchy torch ; I heard the wave Dash loud and long and shrill ; a yawning cave Receiv'd him , and I enter'd . " - P . 190 . The poet is ...
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Sida 304 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 300 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Sida 576 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire— why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Sida 495 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
Sida 303 - THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel ' What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Sida 509 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Sida 578 - Urania, I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven! For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil.
Sida 579 - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted : — and how exquisitely, too, Theme this but little heard of among Men, The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Sida 575 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man ! How passing wonder HE, who made him such...
Sida 570 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.