The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Zväzky 1–2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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Strana
... beautiful Welsh air , by Bishop He- ber ... ...... 133 Society in Britain ..... ... 157 Society , Sketches of - Butchers - Bakers .. ......... . ........ 334 The Temple of Nature , by David Vedder ........ 158 America and England ...
... beautiful Welsh air , by Bishop He- ber ... ...... 133 Society in Britain ..... ... 157 Society , Sketches of - Butchers - Bakers .. ......... . ........ 334 The Temple of Nature , by David Vedder ........ 158 America and England ...
Strana 4
... beautiful grounds of Prestonfield , or Priestfield , on the right , and on the other hand , the upward magnificent sweep of Arthur's Seat , leading on by the little placid Loch , to the romantic village church of Duddingstone , and the ...
... beautiful grounds of Prestonfield , or Priestfield , on the right , and on the other hand , the upward magnificent sweep of Arthur's Seat , leading on by the little placid Loch , to the romantic village church of Duddingstone , and the ...
Strana 5
... beautiful near prospect , indeed , here opens to us ; for the Waggon has stopped at the magnificent viaduct the Marquis of Lothian has lately thrown over the vale of Newbattle . At Dalhousie Mains we get out , and all part com- pany ...
... beautiful near prospect , indeed , here opens to us ; for the Waggon has stopped at the magnificent viaduct the Marquis of Lothian has lately thrown over the vale of Newbattle . At Dalhousie Mains we get out , and all part com- pany ...
Strana 6
... beautiful ! The groves of Newbattle more rich beyond a doubt . But now many fathoms above that slender river , and perched upon the central arch of the viaduct , we look about us . - Yonder , five miles off , lies Temple , up the water ...
... beautiful ! The groves of Newbattle more rich beyond a doubt . But now many fathoms above that slender river , and perched upon the central arch of the viaduct , we look about us . - Yonder , five miles off , lies Temple , up the water ...
Strana 7
... beautiful beeches in the world . No ! the round wooded banks rising on the right side , and the globe with all that beautifies it of woodland or prim - level ground stretching away in far perspective , ― eval forest , cannot hold finer ...
... beautiful beeches in the world . No ! the round wooded banks rising on the right side , and the globe with all that beautifies it of woodland or prim - level ground stretching away in far perspective , ― eval forest , cannot hold finer ...
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Strana 273 - 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 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Strana 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Strana 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Strana 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
Strana 30 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Strana 290 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
Strana 30 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
Strana 30 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Strana 268 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...