Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volym 4W. Blackwood, 1819 |
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Sida 4
... speak harshly of an elegant , accom- plished , and , in his own person , vir- tuous man ; but I must say , that I should be very sorry to think so meanly of Ireland , as to imagine her deserving of no better poetry than Mr Moore can ...
... speak harshly of an elegant , accom- plished , and , in his own person , vir- tuous man ; but I must say , that I should be very sorry to think so meanly of Ireland , as to imagine her deserving of no better poetry than Mr Moore can ...
Sida 7
... speak of , and he ought to remember me , for I have of ten given him many a hearty thrash- ing in the stables of my ... speaking to you have narrowly escaped broiling by the holy Inquisition . Therefore , instead of returning to Grenada ...
... speak of , and he ought to remember me , for I have of ten given him many a hearty thrash- ing in the stables of my ... speaking to you have narrowly escaped broiling by the holy Inquisition . Therefore , instead of returning to Grenada ...
Sida 15
... speak ill of any one . The great Isaac Barrow's father used to say of him , that if it pleased God to take from him any of his children , he hop- " An extraordinary distinction was paid to particular persons . 1818. ] 15 D'Israeli on ...
... speak ill of any one . The great Isaac Barrow's father used to say of him , that if it pleased God to take from him any of his children , he hop- " An extraordinary distinction was paid to particular persons . 1818. ] 15 D'Israeli on ...
Sida 16
... speak of great living men , -from the perusal of Rycaut's fo- lio of Turkish History in childhood , Lord Byron , it is said , derived im- pressions which gave life and motion to the Giaour , the Corsair and Alp . The education of genius ...
... speak of great living men , -from the perusal of Rycaut's fo- lio of Turkish History in childhood , Lord Byron , it is said , derived im- pressions which gave life and motion to the Giaour , the Corsair and Alp . The education of genius ...
Sida 54
... speak his own prologue to " Barbarossa , " in the cha- racter of a Country - boy , and in a few mi- nutes transform himself in the same play to Selim ? Nay , in the same night he has played Sir John Brute and the Guardian Romeo and Lord ...
... speak his own prologue to " Barbarossa , " in the cha- racter of a Country - boy , and in a few mi- nutes transform himself in the same play to Selim ? Nay , in the same night he has played Sir John Brute and the Guardian Romeo and Lord ...
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Sida 54 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Sida 257 - WHEN Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold. And she had made a pipe of straw, And music from that pipe could draw Like sounds of winds and floods ; Had built a bower upon the green, As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods.
Sida 256 - My Friend! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and chearful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Sida 259 - That oaten pipe of hers is mute, Or thrown away; but with a flute Her loneliness she cheers: This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears.
Sida 213 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower ' Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Sida 142 - My constant reflections on the inconvenient, or rather injurious rites, introduced by the peculiar practice of Hindoo idolatry, which, more than any other pagan worship, destroys the texture of society, together with compassion for my countrymen, have compelled me to use every possible effort to awaken them from their dream of error: and by making them acquainted with their scriptures, enable them to contemplate with true devotion the unity and omnipresence of Nature's God..
Sida 146 - I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Sida 158 - Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Sida 147 - I completed in less than two months, that one evening I wrote from the time I had drunk my tea, about six o'clock, till half an hour after one in the morning, when my hand and fingers were so weary, that I could not hold the pen to finish the sentence, but left Matilda and Isabella talking, in the middle of a paragraph.
Sida 257 - Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell, the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind ! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied ; for 'tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.