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Side 16
... Tickler , Esq . , " said the Standard - bearer , and in a trice he stood before us in all his altitude . His musket , with the bayonet fixed , was in his hand , and over his shoulders hung a young roe which he had slain in the forest ...
... Tickler , Esq . , " said the Standard - bearer , and in a trice he stood before us in all his altitude . His musket , with the bayonet fixed , was in his hand , and over his shoulders hung a young roe which he had slain in the forest ...
Side 25
... TICKLER'S SONG . VII . The river roaring down the rock , The fierce and foaming linn , Essayed to stay thee with the ... Tickler , to get rid of unceasing importunities from every side , chanted to the bagpipe the following song , which ...
... TICKLER'S SONG . VII . The river roaring down the rock , The fierce and foaming linn , Essayed to stay thee with the ... Tickler , to get rid of unceasing importunities from every side , chanted to the bagpipe the following song , which ...
Side 43
... Tickler and the Standard - bearer . Mr. Bal- lantyne gently pulled up Old Mortality , when about quarter of a mile from the Tent , and took out of his pocket that seven - league spy - glass of his , presented to him by Adie , that most ...
... Tickler and the Standard - bearer . Mr. Bal- lantyne gently pulled up Old Mortality , when about quarter of a mile from the Tent , and took out of his pocket that seven - league spy - glass of his , presented to him by Adie , that most ...
Side 49
... Tickler , we've scarcely left enough to fang anither bowl . " - " You may make the next one yourself , Bailie , " says Tickler , " for it's my turn to be spokesman - you know the article goes round the opposite way from the bottle ...
... Tickler , we've scarcely left enough to fang anither bowl . " - " You may make the next one yourself , Bailie , " says Tickler , " for it's my turn to be spokesman - you know the article goes round the opposite way from the bottle ...
Side 165
... Tickler is tolerably well - not complaining very much ? dog— Tickler . No bantering , you dog - I might marry without losing any good fellowship , which is more than you can say , Mr. Brazen- nose . Why the devil don't you all marry at ...
... Tickler is tolerably well - not complaining very much ? dog— Tickler . No bantering , you dog - I might marry without losing any good fellowship , which is more than you can say , Mr. Brazen- nose . Why the devil don't you all marry at ...
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Side 145 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 309 - Parliament and freedom of debate to the uttering language, which, if spoken out of the House, I should answer only with a blow. I care not how high his situation, how low his character, how contemptible his speech; whether a privy counsellor or a parasite, my answer would be a blow. He has charged me with being connected with the rebels: the charge is utterly, totally, and meanly false.
Side 92 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Side 445 - The Virgin Mother of the God-born Child, With her Son in her blessed arms look'd round, Splired by some chance when all beside was spoil'd ; She made the earth below seem holy ground.
Side 139 - Cain instead, on purpose to avoid shocking any feelings on the subject, by falling short of, what all uninspired men must fall short in, viz., giving an adequate notion of the effect of the presence of Jehovah. The old Mysteries introduced him liberally enough, and all this is avoided in the new one.
Side 89 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Side xxii - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Side 91 - It is strictly the language of the imagination; and the imagination is that faculty which represents objects, not as they are in themselves, but as- they are moulded by other thoughts and feelings, into an infinite variety of shapes and combinations of |wwer.
Side 85 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Side 91 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...