Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, 2±ÇWilliam Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... true office , it will be said by their enemies , proves either that they know not their true position , and then are they imbecile ; or that knowing it , they endeavour to escape from its obligations , and to deceive the people , and ...
... true office , it will be said by their enemies , proves either that they know not their true position , and then are they imbecile ; or that knowing it , they endeavour to escape from its obligations , and to deceive the people , and ...
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... true character of the contest . The Reform Bill has been sought only as a means , as a step to further reforms ; reforms as well in the frame of our government , that which is usually termed the constitution , as in the various laws ...
... true character of the contest . The Reform Bill has been sought only as a means , as a step to further reforms ; reforms as well in the frame of our government , that which is usually termed the constitution , as in the various laws ...
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... true , that , if the people do not find in them faithful stewards , and leaders in this their great struggle against the friends of bad government , they will seek for others in their own ranks ; but this search will not be made , if ...
... true , that , if the people do not find in them faithful stewards , and leaders in this their great struggle against the friends of bad government , they will seek for others in their own ranks ; but this search will not be made , if ...
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... True and noble friend , " said he , " you were ever kind and faithful to me in our lives , and this that you have now done is the best and truest deed of all . - I thank God - I bless you - pray for me - forgive me - but O she never can ...
... True and noble friend , " said he , " you were ever kind and faithful to me in our lives , and this that you have now done is the best and truest deed of all . - I thank God - I bless you - pray for me - forgive me - but O she never can ...
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... true lady and countess of Toulouse . " And what is this that shall be done to - night ? " said the peasant . " The Earl goes in his penance to the great Church , " replied the townsman ; " and thereafter the Blanche Rose shall be your ...
... true lady and countess of Toulouse . " And what is this that shall be done to - night ? " said the peasant . " The Earl goes in his penance to the great Church , " replied the townsman ; " and thereafter the Blanche Rose shall be your ...
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332 ÆäÀÌÁö - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
341 ÆäÀÌÁö - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.