Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen4W. Blackwood, 1819 |
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... heart of Scotland , with him who hopes to possess , in that of Ireland , a mausoleum no less august . Let us There are few things more worthy of being studied , either in their charac- ter or in their effects , than the poems of Robert ...
... heart of Scotland , with him who hopes to possess , in that of Ireland , a mausoleum no less august . Let us There are few things more worthy of being studied , either in their charac- ter or in their effects , than the poems of Robert ...
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... heart , this man was the wor- shipper of the pure genius of his coun- try . The improprieties are superficial , the excellence is ever deep . - The man might be guilty in his own person of pernicious trespasses , but his soul came back ...
... heart , this man was the wor- shipper of the pure genius of his coun- try . The improprieties are superficial , the excellence is ever deep . - The man might be guilty in his own person of pernicious trespasses , but his soul came back ...
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... heart pants after . " " Con- sider your end , " replied the Domini- can , within two days the pile will be lighted for you - you must not look for pardon , as you are under the most obstinate impenitence . " " For what cause ? " asked ...
... heart pants after . " " Con- sider your end , " replied the Domini- can , within two days the pile will be lighted for you - you must not look for pardon , as you are under the most obstinate impenitence . " " For what cause ? " asked ...
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... hearts can have no idea . Such was the volcano that inflamed the soul of Ernestine ; such the deity , who , in the midst of pains , procured her delights ; such the demon that was tearing her heart to pieces . What could the wife of the ...
... hearts can have no idea . Such was the volcano that inflamed the soul of Ernestine ; such the deity , who , in the midst of pains , procured her delights ; such the demon that was tearing her heart to pieces . What could the wife of the ...
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... heart , and it is in the season of roses that chagrin makes the deepest wounds . It was in vain that the Minstrel exerted himself to rouse his daughter from that state of languor which was consuming her ; in vain did this good - natured ...
... heart , and it is in the season of roses that chagrin makes the deepest wounds . It was in vain that the Minstrel exerted himself to rouse his daughter from that state of languor which was consuming her ; in vain did this good - natured ...
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Página 54 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Página 257 - WHEN Ruth was left half desolate, Her Father took another Mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold. And she had made a pipe of straw, And music from that pipe could draw Like sounds of winds and floods ; Had built a bower upon the green, As if she from her birth had been An infant of the woods.
Página 256 - My Friend! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and chearful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Página 259 - That oaten pipe of hers is mute, Or thrown away; but with a flute Her loneliness she cheers: This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears.
Página 213 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come ; And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veiled in a shower ' Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Página 142 - My constant reflections on the inconvenient, or rather injurious rites, introduced by the peculiar practice of Hindoo idolatry, which, more than any other pagan worship, destroys the texture of society, together with compassion for my countrymen, have compelled me to use every possible effort to awaken them from their dream of error: and by making them acquainted with their scriptures, enable them to contemplate with true devotion the unity and omnipresence of Nature's God..
Página 146 - I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour.
Página 158 - Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 147 - I completed in less than two months, that one evening I wrote from the time I had drunk my tea, about six o'clock, till half an hour after one in the morning, when my hand and fingers were so weary, that I could not hold the pen to finish the sentence, but left Matilda and Isabella talking, in the middle of a paragraph.
Página 257 - Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves. Farewell, farewell, the heart that lives alone, Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind ! Such happiness, wherever it be known, Is to be pitied ; for 'tis surely blind. But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights, or worse, as are before me here. — Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.