Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Zväzok 44W. Blackwood & Sons, 1838 |
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... church and tall church - spire at hand , Around the cottage shed repose , And gravely watch the teeming land , Where slow a stream through mea- dows flows . 4 . Below , upon the prosperous plain , From that high church the gazer sees A ...
... church and tall church - spire at hand , Around the cottage shed repose , And gravely watch the teeming land , Where slow a stream through mea- dows flows . 4 . Below , upon the prosperous plain , From that high church the gazer sees A ...
Strana 2
... Church , too , and churchyard were to Jane A realm of dream , and sight , and lore ; And , but for one green field or twain , All else a sea without a shore . 36 . Of this her isle the central rock Stood up in that old tower sublime ...
... Church , too , and churchyard were to Jane A realm of dream , and sight , and lore ; And , but for one green field or twain , All else a sea without a shore . 36 . Of this her isle the central rock Stood up in that old tower sublime ...
Strana 13
... church bell , With merry chant , expect me then . " 33 . At last , though slow , that Sunday came , And Jane put on her best array , And still her colour fled and came As if it were her wedding - day . 34 . Her father went to ring the ...
... church bell , With merry chant , expect me then . " 33 . At last , though slow , that Sunday came , And Jane put on her best array , And still her colour fled and came As if it were her wedding - day . 34 . Her father went to ring the ...
Strana 15
... church would go , And say why here to - night I came . " 20 . The woman went , and Jane remained With all she e'er had loved the best , His hand upon her bosom strained , Her face by his , but not in rest . 21 . In her large eyes the ...
... church would go , And say why here to - night I came . " 20 . The woman went , and Jane remained With all she e'er had loved the best , His hand upon her bosom strained , Her face by his , but not in rest . 21 . In her large eyes the ...
Strana 18
... church - tower , The warm , pure daylight softly broods , And fills with life the morning hour . 2 . The vast sepulchral Yew - tree waves , And feels the sunshine cheer the shade , And e'en the low and grassy graves Appear in living ...
... church - tower , The warm , pure daylight softly broods , And fills with life the morning hour . 2 . The vast sepulchral Yew - tree waves , And feels the sunshine cheer the shade , And e'en the low and grassy graves Appear in living ...
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Strana 280 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Strana 539 - How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species? to the external World Is fitted :— and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish :— this is our high argument.
Strana 277 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Strana 279 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Strana 514 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Strana 279 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Strana 530 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Strana 279 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ;— These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Strana 279 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...
Strana 78 - Laodicea. *^And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; 13 And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle. *^His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow...