The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volumen29A. Constable, 1818 |
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... hands of village maidens or clownish labourers , is it not obvious that the remoteness of the manners , characters and feelings from their own , would first surprise , and then revolt them -- and that the moral , intellectual and ...
... hands of village maidens or clownish labourers , is it not obvious that the remoteness of the manners , characters and feelings from their own , would first surprise , and then revolt them -- and that the moral , intellectual and ...
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... hand , as shrinkingly she stood , Held a small lute of gold and sandal - wood , Which , once or twice , she touch'd with hurried strain , Then took her trembling fingers off again . But when at length a timid glance she stole At AZIM ...
... hand , as shrinkingly she stood , Held a small lute of gold and sandal - wood , Which , once or twice , she touch'd with hurried strain , Then took her trembling fingers off again . But when at length a timid glance she stole At AZIM ...
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... hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies , Like a stray babe of Paradise , Just lighted on that flowery plain , And seeking for its home again ! Oh ' twas a sight - that Heav'n - that Child- A scene , which might have well beguil ...
... hands and eyes Are lifted to the glowing skies , Like a stray babe of Paradise , Just lighted on that flowery plain , And seeking for its home again ! Oh ' twas a sight - that Heav'n - that Child- A scene , which might have well beguil ...
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... hand by helping him to root out those impious Ghebers whom he so much abhors . The spirit of the patriot bursts forth at this ; and , without revealing his name or quality , he proudly avows and justifies the conduct of that luckless ...
... hand by helping him to root out those impious Ghebers whom he so much abhors . The spirit of the patriot bursts forth at this ; and , without revealing his name or quality , he proudly avows and justifies the conduct of that luckless ...
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... hands of the Ghebers ; and shrinks with horror , when she finds that she is to be carried to their rocky citadel , and to the presence of the terrible Hafed . The galley is rowed by torch - light through frightful rocks and foaming ...
... hands of the Ghebers ; and shrinks with horror , when she finds that she is to be carried to their rocky citadel , and to the presence of the terrible Hafed . The galley is rowed by torch - light through frightful rocks and foaming ...
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Página 15 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm...
Página 21 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark...
Página 31 - Or to see it by moonlight, — when mellowly shines The light o'er its palaces, gardens, and shrines ; When the waterfalls gleam like a quick fall of stars, And the nightingale's hymn from the Isle of Chenars Is broken by laughs and light echoes of feet From the cool, shining walks where the young people meet.
Página 23 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery! must I lose that too? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Página 304 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South...
Página 428 - Paperie; na, na! nane could ever say that o' the trades o' Glasgow. Sae they sune came to an agreement to take a' the idolatrous statues of sants — sorrow be on them ! — out o' their neuks. And sae the bits o' stane idols were broken in pieces by Scripture warrant, and flung into the Molendinar burn, and the auld kirk stood as crouse as a cat when the flaes are kaimed aff her, and a'body was alike pleased.
Página 26 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity, — Fresh as if day again were born, Again upon the lap of morn...
Página 224 - ... what is not reason is not law. Not that the particular reason of every rule in the law can at this distance of time be always precisely assigned; but it is sufficient that there be nothing in the rule flatly contradictory to reason, and then the law will presume it to be well founded.
Página 20 - That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!
Página 421 - I was so much moved by this horrid spectacle, that, although in momentary expectation of sharing his fate, I did attempt to speak in his behalf, but, as might have been expected, my interference was sternly disregarded. The victim was held fast by some, while others, binding a large heavy stone in a plaid, tied it round his neck, and others again eagerly stripped him of some part of his dress.