Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 第 24 巻W. Blackwood & Sons, 1828 |
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... MORNING LANDSCAPE . BY DELTA , HUSKISSON'S COMPLETE LETTER - WRITER , 96 101 · 104 105 MONTHLY REGISTER . WORKS PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION , MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICATIONS , APPOINTMENTS , PROMOTIONS , & c . BIRTHS , MARRIAGES , AND ...
... MORNING LANDSCAPE . BY DELTA , HUSKISSON'S COMPLETE LETTER - WRITER , 96 101 · 104 105 MONTHLY REGISTER . WORKS PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION , MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICATIONS , APPOINTMENTS , PROMOTIONS , & c . BIRTHS , MARRIAGES , AND ...
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... MORNING LANDSCAPE . BY DELTA , 104 • HUSKISSON'S COMPLETE Letter - WRITER , 105 MONTHLY REGISTER . WORKS PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION , MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICATIONS , APPOINTMENTS , PROMOTIONS , & c . BIRTHS , MARRIAGES , and Deaths ...
... MORNING LANDSCAPE . BY DELTA , 104 • HUSKISSON'S COMPLETE Letter - WRITER , 105 MONTHLY REGISTER . WORKS PREPARING FOR PUBLICATION , MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICATIONS , APPOINTMENTS , PROMOTIONS , & c . BIRTHS , MARRIAGES , and Deaths ...
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... morning or evening , weekly or monthly peri- odical writings ; this Magazine by no means excluded . He is hard at work , on the head of a column of what Cob bett calls , " The Bloody Old Times . " Not the leader - no - no - not the ...
... morning or evening , weekly or monthly peri- odical writings ; this Magazine by no means excluded . He is hard at work , on the head of a column of what Cob bett calls , " The Bloody Old Times . " Not the leader - no - no - not the ...
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... morning sleep ; His rod will ring with wo , and all the land will weep ! " Dine with a march - of - intellect man , and only observe the downcast eyes of his pale - faced trembling wife - the knit brows of his sullen sons - the sulky ...
... morning sleep ; His rod will ring with wo , and all the land will weep ! " Dine with a march - of - intellect man , and only observe the downcast eyes of his pale - faced trembling wife - the knit brows of his sullen sons - the sulky ...
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... morning , we once more got into motion : the moon was set- ting , and a deep gloom fell around ; but the quick eyes of our leaders could detect the first flush of the false dawn in the east . As we rode along , this appearance vanished ...
... morning , we once more got into motion : the moon was set- ting , and a deep gloom fell around ; but the quick eyes of our leaders could detect the first flush of the false dawn in the east . As we rode along , this appearance vanished ...
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329 ページ - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
331 ページ - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
329 ページ - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: "Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage; But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
332 ページ - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
167 ページ - He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to be poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
331 ページ - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
329 ページ - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
239 ページ - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
329 ページ - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
329 ページ - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.