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... thou gay and gallant lance , Yet rather would I thou wert here , than slain in tilting France ! Go , Scuevaz ! scan ' the House of Death , ' and tell what danger now From breth'ren dead and perished , assails this kingly brow ?
... thou gay and gallant lance , Yet rather would I thou wert here , than slain in tilting France ! Go , Scuevaz ! scan ' the House of Death , ' and tell what danger now From breth'ren dead and perished , assails this kingly brow ?
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I Tae Battle of Life is the fourth of Mr. Dickens's annual | that day's work , and that night's death and suffering ! Many publications , The Christmas Carol , the first and the a lonely moon was bright upon the battle ground , and many ...
I Tae Battle of Life is the fourth of Mr. Dickens's annual | that day's work , and that night's death and suffering ! Many publications , The Christmas Carol , the first and the a lonely moon was bright upon the battle ground , and many ...
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Let us look now for the dawn of a And then I hope to love thee still , Beyond the vale of death ! brighter day , " quoth Mr. Garney -- surely a Gurney this Beyond the vale of death : who knows not Joseph ?
Let us look now for the dawn of a And then I hope to love thee still , Beyond the vale of death ! brighter day , " quoth Mr. Garney -- surely a Gurney this Beyond the vale of death : who knows not Joseph ?
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... an all but entire freedom from their pecuthrough the effect of gloomy casualties , into the liarities of manner and style . What strikes us , in ghastly grin of the skeleton Death the pointed the first place , about him , is his ...
... an all but entire freedom from their pecuthrough the effect of gloomy casualties , into the liarities of manner and style . What strikes us , in ghastly grin of the skeleton Death the pointed the first place , about him , is his ...
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And , ' hark ! how to that cracked , tune- death , for him hushing " all questions , hiding all less voice , trembling under its burden of sorrow , faults , has left on her only the beautiful . What DOT shrunk down into the whispers ...
And , ' hark ! how to that cracked , tune- death , for him hushing " all questions , hiding all less voice , trembling under its burden of sorrow , faults , has left on her only the beautiful . What DOT shrunk down into the whispers ...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, 2 tomas William Tait,Christian Isobel Johnstone Visos knygos peržiūra - 1833 |
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appeared asked beautiful become believe better brought called carried cause character Church course dark death doubt England English existence eyes face fact father fear feeling give given Government half hand head heart hope hour human interest Ireland Irish Italy kind King lady land least leave less light lived look Lord matter means measure meet mind morning nature never night object once party passed perhaps person poor present question reader received replied respect round seemed seen side society soon speak spirit stand strange taken tell thing thought tion took town true turned whole young
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301 psl. - Fitz-Eustace' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent, The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand, And, making demi-volte in air, Cried, " Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land !" The Lindesay smiled his joy to see; Nor Marmion's frown repress'd his glee.
28 psl. - Lastly, I confess that I have as vast contemplative ends, as I have moderate civil ends: for I have taken all knowledge to be my province; and if I could purge it of two sorts of rovers, whereof the one with frivolous disputations, confutations, and verbosities; the other with blind experiments and auricular traditions and impostures...
184 psl. - Life, thou saidst, is short; and the sleep which is in the grave is long; let me use that life, so transitory, for the glory of those heavenly dreams destined to comfort the sleep which is so long!
188 psl. - These had their sweet bells that pierced the forests for many a league at matins or vespers, and each its own dreamy legend. Few enough, and scattered enough, were these abbeys, so as in no degree to disturb the deep solitude of the region; yet many enough to spread a network or awning of Christian sanctity over what else might have seemed a heathen wilderness.
300 psl. - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back...
122 psl. - ... and by and by gilds the fringes of a cloud, and peeps over the eastern hills, thrusting out his golden horns, like those which decked the brows of Moses when he was forced to wear a veil, because himself had seen the face of God ; and still while a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he...
301 psl. - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
14 psl. - The subjects of every state ought to contribute towards the support of the government, as nearly as possible, in proportion to their respective abilities; that is, in proportion to the revenue which they respectively enjoy under the protection of the state.
9 psl. - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
231 psl. - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Tait's Edinburgh Magazine English literary periodicals |
| Redaktoriai | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone |
| Leidėjas | W. Tait, 1847 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 27 lapkr. 2007 |
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