The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, Volume 71820 |
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... turn himself against his deliverer . The Indian bending down his head , and covering his face with his hand , stood some time silent . Then looking earnestly at the pri- soner , he said in a voice which was at once softened by ...
... turn himself against his deliverer . The Indian bending down his head , and covering his face with his hand , stood some time silent . Then looking earnestly at the pri- soner , he said in a voice which was at once softened by ...
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... turn his curious gaze aside . There is nothing more tremendous- ly difficult , than to get lovers in cer- tain circumstances to speak out . They will fly from one another to the most than secure their happiness by a simple distant ...
... turn his curious gaze aside . There is nothing more tremendous- ly difficult , than to get lovers in cer- tain circumstances to speak out . They will fly from one another to the most than secure their happiness by a simple distant ...
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... turn with disgust ; such events make general truths and remote examples loathsome to the mind of man : at such a moment as this we seek , like Joseph , a place where we may weep , and go to our chambers and weep there . " pp . 14-17 ...
... turn with disgust ; such events make general truths and remote examples loathsome to the mind of man : at such a moment as this we seek , like Joseph , a place where we may weep , and go to our chambers and weep there . " pp . 14-17 ...
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... turn from dead works to serve the living God ; because I know , that at the last day , not actions but motives will be weighed , and that no works are good but those which are the works of love . I have not sought to move you by ...
... turn from dead works to serve the living God ; because I know , that at the last day , not actions but motives will be weighed , and that no works are good but those which are the works of love . I have not sought to move you by ...
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... - making , and shearing their flocks , and in the performance of this latter service he was eminently dexterous . They , in their F turn , complimented him with a present of a hay 1820 . 41 Memoir of the Rev. Robert Walker .
... - making , and shearing their flocks , and in the performance of this latter service he was eminently dexterous . They , in their F turn , complimented him with a present of a hay 1820 . 41 Memoir of the Rev. Robert Walker .
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Page 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Page 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Page 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Page 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Page 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Page 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Page 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Page 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.