Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, 2 tomasWilliam Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... lady , " said the burgher . " " Nay , truly , " replied the peasant ; " but I make great marvel to hear a bell toll , when all the chimes in Toulouse should be ringing merry ! " " You shall not make the lark sing at your holiday ...
... lady , " said the burgher . " " Nay , truly , " replied the peasant ; " but I make great marvel to hear a bell toll , when all the chimes in Toulouse should be ringing merry ! " " You shall not make the lark sing at your holiday ...
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... lady and countess of Toulouse . " And what is this that shall be done to - night ? " said the peasant . " The Earl goes in his penance to the great Church , " replied the townsman ; " and thereafter the Blanche Rose shall be your lady ...
... lady and countess of Toulouse . " And what is this that shall be done to - night ? " said the peasant . " The Earl goes in his penance to the great Church , " replied the townsman ; " and thereafter the Blanche Rose shall be your lady ...
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... lady , and mansworn of his knighthood ; traitor knight , so is thy name cast out from true knights , and so I cast thy shame in thy teeth , and defy thee in the name of God , the defender of the orpheline and desolate ! " The people ...
... lady , and mansworn of his knighthood ; traitor knight , so is thy name cast out from true knights , and so I cast thy shame in thy teeth , and defy thee in the name of God , the defender of the orpheline and desolate ! " The people ...
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... lady of the world , " and the self - justice of her supposed traitor knight . Certainly , " said the vicar of St ... ladies , and it was closely confined under the coif or crestine as soon as they became matrons . It was remarked as an ...
... lady of the world , " and the self - justice of her supposed traitor knight . Certainly , " said the vicar of St ... ladies , and it was closely confined under the coif or crestine as soon as they became matrons . It was remarked as an ...
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... lady ? " exclaimed the seneschal . The Earl's cheek became white as his tabard , but his voice did not change ; " Be you very true and gentle to her , as you have ever been to me , " said he : " and serve her as if you were born in her ...
... lady ? " exclaimed the seneschal . The Earl's cheek became white as his tabard , but his voice did not change ; " Be you very true and gentle to her , as you have ever been to me , " said he : " and serve her as if you were born in her ...
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332 psl. - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
331 psl. - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
332 psl. - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
331 psl. - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
29 psl. - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
331 psl. - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
341 psl. - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
333 psl. - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
333 psl. - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
102 psl. - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.