Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 第 161 巻W. Blackwood & Sons, 1897 |
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... better of fair dealing and sober sanity . And it is very seldom that an editor will be able even to get such a bundle together unless he picks his men carefully , unless he keeps them as far as possible to himself by good pay and plenty ...
... better of fair dealing and sober sanity . And it is very seldom that an editor will be able even to get such a bundle together unless he picks his men carefully , unless he keeps them as far as possible to himself by good pay and plenty ...
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... better remembered by the havoc they wrought in other people's flocks than for pastoral work in their own . But it was not they who wrote the chron- icles ; their military duties left them no time for superfluous quill- driving , and the ...
... better remembered by the havoc they wrought in other people's flocks than for pastoral work in their own . But it was not they who wrote the chron- icles ; their military duties left them no time for superfluous quill- driving , and the ...
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... better information of the course of events than any other writer . He states that Moray issist du boys od sa batail " came out of the wood with his array " - and that as soon as De Beaumont saw this , he cried , Retreyoms nous vn poys ...
... better information of the course of events than any other writer . He states that Moray issist du boys od sa batail " came out of the wood with his array " - and that as soon as De Beaumont saw this , he cried , Retreyoms nous vn poys ...
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... better off than we were , and through the same ruinous policy ; " where will you find a nicer fellow , or one more highly esteemed ( at any rate by himself ) , than my old friend , Tom Erricker ? And when the tinning business comes to ...
... better off than we were , and through the same ruinous policy ; " where will you find a nicer fellow , or one more highly esteemed ( at any rate by himself ) , than my old friend , Tom Erricker ? And when the tinning business comes to ...
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... better worth the cost than to reason with such girls . They are above reason ; and there's an end of it . To pass from all this to the things one can see , it was either that very same day or the next that I came away out of the harvest ...
... better worth the cost than to reason with such girls . They are above reason ; and there's an end of it . To pass from all this to the things one can see , it was either that very same day or the next that I came away out of the harvest ...
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80 ページ - We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick; unfound the boon — unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly curst, Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same — Each idle, and all ill, and none the worst — For all are meteors with a different name, And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
269 ページ - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
369 ページ - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
355 ページ - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
242 ページ - As I parted with each corps in turn its band played ' Auld Lang Syne,' and I have never since heard that memory-stirring air without its bringing before my mind's eye the last view I had of the Kabul-Kandahar Field Force. I fancy myself crossing and recrossing the river which winds through the pass ; I hear the martial beat of drums and plaintive music of the pipes ; and I see Riflemen and Gurkhas, Highlanders and Sikhs, guns and horses, camels and mules, with the endless following of an Indian army...
86 ページ - Ireland would be to put upon the Irish people the duty of levying their own taxes and of providing for their own expenditure...
476 ページ - Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the Just - the tail-rods mark the time. The crank-throws give the double-bass, the feed-pump sobs an' heaves, An' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves: Her time, her own appointed time, the rocking link-head bides, Till - hear that note ? - the rod's return whings glimmerin
128 ページ - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light. The green hills are covered with day. Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze. Grey torrents pour their noisy streams. Two green hills with aged oaks surround a narrow plain. The blue course of a stream is there. On its banks stood Cairbar of Atha. His spear supports the king; the red eyes of his fear are sad. Cormac rises on his soul with all his ghastly wounds.
459 ページ - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
510 ページ - Jacob) — the structure commenced in our own land by Horace Walpole, Monk Lewis, Mrs. Radcliffe, and Maturin, but left imperfect and inharmonious, requires, now that the rubbish which choked up its approach is removed, only the hand of the skilful architect to its entire renovation and perfection.