The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1865 |
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... keep a sharp look - out on suspicious places ; and though nobody can be more sceptical than I am in such matters , yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors . " We said that not a boy in Scotland had a ...
... keep a sharp look - out on suspicious places ; and though nobody can be more sceptical than I am in such matters , yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors . " We said that not a boy in Scotland had a ...
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... keeping of the family accounts , it is not possible that there can be any fallacy in this statement , in my brother's favour . His temperance and frugality were everything that could be wished . During his residence for six months in ...
... keeping of the family accounts , it is not possible that there can be any fallacy in this statement , in my brother's favour . His temperance and frugality were everything that could be wished . During his residence for six months in ...
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... keep it as a day of mourning — for he was happy in as good a wife as ever man had , and cheerfully went about the work of his farm . But towards the darkening " he appeared to grow very sad about something , " and wandered out of doors ...
... keep it as a day of mourning — for he was happy in as good a wife as ever man had , and cheerfully went about the work of his farm . But towards the darkening " he appeared to grow very sad about something , " and wandered out of doors ...
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... keep his commandments . " There are few more perfect poems . It is the utterance of a heart whose chords were all tuned to gratitude , " making sweet melody " to the Giver , on a night not less sacred in His eye than His own appointed ...
... keep his commandments . " There are few more perfect poems . It is the utterance of a heart whose chords were all tuned to gratitude , " making sweet melody " to the Giver , on a night not less sacred in His eye than His own appointed ...
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John Wilson. he , in truth , a Sabbath . " Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath - day . Six days shalt thou ... keeping ; for he was a good man , and walked all his days fearing God . " Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way ...
John Wilson. he , in truth , a Sabbath . " Remember that thou keep holy the Sabbath - day . Six days shalt thou ... keeping ; for he was a good man , and walked all his days fearing God . " Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1857 |
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Sida 341 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Sida 310 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Sida 335 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Sida 298 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Sida 33 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Sida 342 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Sida 340 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...
Sida 125 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams, return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Sida 15 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Sida 32 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise, They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim ; Perhaps ' Dundee's' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive