Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 45±ÇWilliam Blackwood, 1839 |
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... passion that is most powerfully moved by means of national music . A few characteristic notes , breathed from a simple reed , or sung by a rugged voice , will , to men at a distance from their native land , more readily and forcibly ...
... passion that is most powerfully moved by means of national music . A few characteristic notes , breathed from a simple reed , or sung by a rugged voice , will , to men at a distance from their native land , more readily and forcibly ...
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... passion for passion ; when your ear- nestness and my fancy encountered timidly yet most fondly ; and we said to ourselves that this in truth was love , while we dared not say it to one another . That all this was guilt and disgrace to ...
... passion for passion ; when your ear- nestness and my fancy encountered timidly yet most fondly ; and we said to ourselves that this in truth was love , while we dared not say it to one another . That all this was guilt and disgrace to ...
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... passion , I thought that I had found realized in you all I once dreamt of , wanting only my own irrecoverable rapture , and fancied that the one great woe of nature and destiny was the folly which led me to lavish my life upon another ...
... passion , I thought that I had found realized in you all I once dreamt of , wanting only my own irrecoverable rapture , and fancied that the one great woe of nature and destiny was the folly which led me to lavish my life upon another ...
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... passion for me ; nay , a few of his songs were but versifications of passages in my letters to him . In a word - for I have loitered too weakly already - I became wholly his , but not before I fancied that he was no less entirely my own ...
... passion for me ; nay , a few of his songs were but versifications of passages in my letters to him . In a word - for I have loitered too weakly already - I became wholly his , but not before I fancied that he was no less entirely my own ...
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... passion for Selina - his hate of Walsingham - his tender reverence for Maria - his grateful devotion to her mother's memory - and , as lying in the same range of feeling , and akin in depth , although not outwardly con- nected with ...
... passion for Selina - his hate of Walsingham - his tender reverence for Maria - his grateful devotion to her mother's memory - and , as lying in the same range of feeling , and akin in depth , although not outwardly con- nected with ...
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551 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
491 ÆäÀÌÁö - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
315 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?
537 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
574 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.