Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Bind 14W. Blackwood & Sons, 1823 |
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Side 34
... hands and arms . " If he had thought the magic shield to show , ( I speak of that the necromancer bore , Which dazed the ... hand the warrior greet . He , with a kindling visage , red with shame , Thank'd the two damsels for their gentle ...
... hands and arms . " If he had thought the magic shield to show , ( I speak of that the necromancer bore , Which dazed the ... hand the warrior greet . He , with a kindling visage , red with shame , Thank'd the two damsels for their gentle ...
Side 36
... hand . Marg . How could you thus your lips offend ? The softness of this hand much toil has marr'd . To all things I must needs attend- My mother's rule is rather hard . ( They pass to the back of the stage . Mar. to Meph . And you ...
... hand . Marg . How could you thus your lips offend ? The softness of this hand much toil has marr'd . To all things I must needs attend- My mother's rule is rather hard . ( They pass to the back of the stage . Mar. to Meph . And you ...
Side 38
... hand was guilty of a mo- ther's death ! I drown'd my child ! And thou canst tell , If it was mine , ' twas thine as well . I scarce believe , though so it seem— Give me thy hand - I do not dream— That dear , dear hand . Alas , that spot ...
... hand was guilty of a mo- ther's death ! I drown'd my child ! And thou canst tell , If it was mine , ' twas thine as well . I scarce believe , though so it seem— Give me thy hand - I do not dream— That dear , dear hand . Alas , that spot ...
Side 49
... hand , and that he should never more taste bread ; but , though lamenting himself beyond measure , nevertheless ... hands together , and easily slipped his ligatures . He now looked up through the branches of the tree and saw the stars ...
... hand , and that he should never more taste bread ; but , though lamenting himself beyond measure , nevertheless ... hands together , and easily slipped his ligatures . He now looked up through the branches of the tree and saw the stars ...
Side 50
... hands of his good lady , Monna Brigida , who , re- cognizing her husband's hand - writing , was ready to faint away on the spot . Her grief and consternation increased on perusal of the letter , and were still farther augmented by the ...
... hands of his good lady , Monna Brigida , who , re- cognizing her husband's hand - writing , was ready to faint away on the spot . Her grief and consternation increased on perusal of the letter , and were still farther augmented by the ...
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Side 336 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Side 259 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Side 376 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Side 260 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Side 464 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 470 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Side 467 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Side 461 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain; The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looks gay, and full...
Side 464 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 461 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.