Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 11W. Blackwood., 1822 |
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... never will forgive a thief ; and the se- cond , I never will forgive a drunkard . Now , pay attention , my lads ; I say I never will forgive e'er a one of you who turns out to be either a thief or a drunkard . No - so help me God , I ...
... never will forgive a thief ; and the se- cond , I never will forgive a drunkard . Now , pay attention , my lads ; I say I never will forgive e'er a one of you who turns out to be either a thief or a drunkard . No - so help me God , I ...
Side 20
... never is done , Brave boys , And the day - light never is done . But ne'er a bone of me can sing now- a - days . It's far ower high for my auld pipe , although , nae doubt , we've seen the day . But , whisht ! -ay , that's something ...
... never is done , Brave boys , And the day - light never is done . But ne'er a bone of me can sing now- a - days . It's far ower high for my auld pipe , although , nae doubt , we've seen the day . But , whisht ! -ay , that's something ...
Side 64
... never read , and which they will never be able to read , to those classic poems , of which they have been the most destructive enemies , by bethumb- ing and bequoting their beauties into triteness and common - place . The merits of Pope ...
... never read , and which they will never be able to read , to those classic poems , of which they have been the most destructive enemies , by bethumb- ing and bequoting their beauties into triteness and common - place . The merits of Pope ...
Side 90
... never , oh ! never , Would I her dear name so profane ; So if e'er when I'm tipsy , it slips to my lips , I Wash it back to my heart with Champagne ! LORD BYRON'S THREE NEW TRAGEDIES . UPON the whole , we imagine this will be reckoned ...
... never , oh ! never , Would I her dear name so profane ; So if e'er when I'm tipsy , it slips to my lips , I Wash it back to my heart with Champagne ! LORD BYRON'S THREE NEW TRAGEDIES . UPON the whole , we imagine this will be reckoned ...
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... never , oh ! never , Would I her dear name so profane ; So if e'er when I'm tipsy , it slips to my lips , I Wash it back to my heart with Champagne ! LORD BYRON'S THREE NEW TRAGEDIES . " UPON the whole , we imagine this will be reckoned ...
... never , oh ! never , Would I her dear name so profane ; So if e'er when I'm tipsy , it slips to my lips , I Wash it back to my heart with Champagne ! LORD BYRON'S THREE NEW TRAGEDIES . " UPON the whole , we imagine this will be reckoned ...
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Side 69 - There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacles of the most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God shall help her, and that right early. The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved; He uttered his voice, the earth melted.
Side 470 - His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: 4 And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. 5 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.
Side 297 - 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 459 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 458 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 198 - Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas ! she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...
Side 164 - To other lands, leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle, or weep themselves in dew, From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality. And from the sea there rise, and from the sky There fall, clear exhalations, soft and bright, Veil after veil, each hiding some delight, Which Sun or Moon or zephyr draw aside...
Side 69 - God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, Though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.
Side 292 - 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 51 - A man might then behold , At Christmas, in each hall Good fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small. The neighbours were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chidden, When this old cap was new.