Fraser's Magazine, Zväzok 13

Predný obal
Longmans, Green, and Company, 1836
 

Čo hovoria ostatní - Napísať recenziu

Na obvyklých miestach sme nenašli žiadne recenzie.

Obsah


Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky

Časté výrazy a frázy

Populárne pasáže

Strana 488 - Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ; Five tomahawks, wi' bluid red-rusted ; Five scimitars wi' murder crusted ; A garter, which a babe had strangled ; A knife, a father's throat had mangled, Whom his ain son o' life bereft, The grey hairs yet stack to the heft ; Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'.
Strana 529 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Strana 585 - And the children of Israel did evil in the sight of the LORD...
Strana 586 - And when the Lord raised them up judges, then the Lord was with the judge, and delivered them out of the hand of their enemies all the days of the judge: for it repented the Lord because of their groanings by reason of them that oppressed them and vexed them.
Strana 402 - There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold. He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save His life from foes. But after death, out of his grave There sprang twelve stalks of wheat. Which many wondering at, got some of those To plant and set.
Strana 709 - ... in sundry the works both of art and also of nature, where that which hath greatest force in the very things we see, is notwithstanding itself oftentimes not seen.
Strana 398 - Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well twice runs his race. And in this true delight, These unbought sports, this happy state, I would not fear, nor wish, my fate; But boldly say each night, " To-morrow let my sun his beams display, Or in clouds hide them,— I have lived to-day.
Strana 601 - Denham has no farther force than to expression; for thought, if it be translated truly, cannot be lost in another language; but the words that convey it to our apprehension (which are the image and ornament of that thought) may be so ill chosen as to make it appear in an unhandsome dress, and rob it of its native lustre.
Strana 96 - So passeth in the passing of a day Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower...
Strana 402 - It prosper'd strangely, and did soon disperse Through all the earth : For they that taste it do rehearse, That virtue lies therein ; A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth By flight of sin. "Take of this grain, which in my garden grows, And grows for you ; Make bread of it : and that repose And peace which everywhere With so much earnestness you do pursue, Is only there.

Bibliografické informácie