Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, 14 tomasWilliam Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1847 |
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... heart had bled in secret all night long . But now the " morn is up again , the dewy morn , " and the sky is clear , and the wind is still , and the sunshine is bright , and the blue depths seem to sigh for her coming ; and up rises she ...
... heart had bled in secret all night long . But now the " morn is up again , the dewy morn , " and the sky is clear , and the wind is still , and the sunshine is bright , and the blue depths seem to sigh for her coming ; and up rises she ...
73 psl.
... heart , if it have bedewed with tears one arid eye , and saved to even one sufferer a pang of a kind which Shakspere only saw in part , when he spoke of the " proud man's con- tamely " the contumely of a proud , imperious , fashionable ...
... heart , if it have bedewed with tears one arid eye , and saved to even one sufferer a pang of a kind which Shakspere only saw in part , when he spoke of the " proud man's con- tamely " the contumely of a proud , imperious , fashionable ...
74 psl.
... heart had been translated long before . To death , as to a nobler birth , had he looked for- ward ; and when it comes , his spirit readily and cheerfully yields to it as one great thought in the soul submits to be displaced and darkened ...
... heart had been translated long before . To death , as to a nobler birth , had he looked for- ward ; and when it comes , his spirit readily and cheerfully yields to it as one great thought in the soul submits to be displaced and darkened ...
81 psl.
... heart , and that for no good that is ever likely to accrue to me from my risks . 1 . " My poor Dorothea , " said the pale young man , with quivering lips , " what will become of her if harm befall me ? " " What would my family - nay ...
... heart , and that for no good that is ever likely to accrue to me from my risks . 1 . " My poor Dorothea , " said the pale young man , with quivering lips , " what will become of her if harm befall me ? " " What would my family - nay ...
144 psl.
... heart - rending kind . The grief he paints is not that which refuses to be comforted - whose expressions , like Agamemnon's face , must be veiled - which dilates almost to despair , and complains almost to blasphemy - and which , when ...
... heart - rending kind . The grief he paints is not that which refuses to be comforted - whose expressions , like Agamemnon's face , must be veiled - which dilates almost to despair , and complains almost to blasphemy - and which , when ...
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admiration amongst appeared beautiful better called Castle character Church dark death door duty Edinburgh England English eyes father favour fear feeling France gentleman GEORGE TROUP give Glasgow Government ground hand head heard heart Herman honour hope horse hour interest Ireland Irish Kate King knew labour lady land Landor lived London look Lord Campbell Lord John Russell Luke Willingham matter Maurice Foley means Melvich ment mind moral morning mother native nature never night noble object once Paita Parliament party passed person poet poor present Queen of Navarre racter reader replied Saint Mungo Scotland seemed Sikhs smile Snitchey society spirit tell thing THOMAS DE QUINCEY thou thought Thurlow tion town village voice Whigs whilst whole woman words 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.