Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Zväzok 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... hand , and those who maintain old abuses on the other . The result of the contest is certain . The people will ... hands of the people ; which signifies ( using a converse expression ) taking the govern- ment out of the hands of those ...
... hand , and those who maintain old abuses on the other . The result of the contest is certain . The people will ... hands of the people ; which signifies ( using a converse expression ) taking the govern- ment out of the hands of those ...
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... hand bequeath'd Her fruits of flood and field ; - The flower , the root , -the beast , —the bird , — All living things , design'd To feed the craving , or delight The gaze of human kind ! The pencill'd wood - flower , fair and frail ...
... hand bequeath'd Her fruits of flood and field ; - The flower , the root , -the beast , —the bird , — All living things , design'd To feed the craving , or delight The gaze of human kind ! The pencill'd wood - flower , fair and frail ...
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... hand— that was once the little helpless hand that clung to the same breast with yours - Now to HIM be the glory ! The battle arm that holds the thun- der and the lightning against all that should do ill to my dear sister . " Blanche ...
... hand— that was once the little helpless hand that clung to the same breast with yours - Now to HIM be the glory ! The battle arm that holds the thun- der and the lightning against all that should do ill to my dear sister . " Blanche ...
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... hand - but it did not move again , and lay cold and still , and heavy as the dead clay . My dear sister ! " said he at last , what , who has done you wrong ? " Blanche did not speak nor lift her face , but drew away her hand , and ...
... hand - but it did not move again , and lay cold and still , and heavy as the dead clay . My dear sister ! " said he at last , what , who has done you wrong ? " Blanche did not speak nor lift her face , but drew away her hand , and ...
Strana 25
... hand , and long spoke and strove to console her , but she could not be comforted , and sat still and silent upon the grass ; her hands dropped in the cold dew , and her eyes fixed blank and dim upon the moonlight that floated in the ...
... hand , and long spoke and strove to console her , but she could not be comforted , and sat still and silent upon the grass ; her hands dropped in the cold dew , and her eyes fixed blank and dim upon the moonlight that floated in the ...
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Strana 332 - 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...
Strana 331 - 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.
Strana 332 - 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.
Strana 331 - 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.
Strana 29 - 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.
Strana 331 - 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.
Strana 341 - 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.
Strana 333 - 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!
Strana 333 - 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...
Strana 102 - 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.