Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1832 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 77
Página 24
... daughter should speak to a knight's son . - I was your very dear true sister . I am " -her voice choked and struggled- " no more your sister- no more my father's daughter - a poor - lost - fallen maiden ! I was the last of his race that ...
... daughter should speak to a knight's son . - I was your very dear true sister . I am " -her voice choked and struggled- " no more your sister- no more my father's daughter - a poor - lost - fallen maiden ! I was the last of his race that ...
Página 27
... daughter . The sweet gentle maiden never spoke charge nor word against him , but ever she was pale , and heavy , and broken of heart , and none knew why , till it could no longer be hid , and her shame flew fast and far as ever went the ...
... daughter . The sweet gentle maiden never spoke charge nor word against him , but ever she was pale , and heavy , and broken of heart , and none knew why , till it could no longer be hid , and her shame flew fast and far as ever went the ...
Página 56
... daughter . Here close we our first lecture on the writings of our great master . THE HOWDIE . - ANENT BAIRNS . No. II . ( Continued from page 714 , VOL I. ) ALTHOUGH I have not in the foregoing head of my subject mentioned every ...
... daughter . Here close we our first lecture on the writings of our great master . THE HOWDIE . - ANENT BAIRNS . No. II . ( Continued from page 714 , VOL I. ) ALTHOUGH I have not in the foregoing head of my subject mentioned every ...
Página 59
... daughter ; and from less to more she told me something that I shall not rehearse , and , with the tear in her eye , she entreated my advice ; but I could give her none , for I thought her daughter had been donsie ; so no more was said ...
... daughter ; and from less to more she told me something that I shall not rehearse , and , with the tear in her eye , she entreated my advice ; but I could give her none , for I thought her daughter had been donsie ; so no more was said ...
Página 103
... daughters , a lady living in separation from her husband , on grounds too noto- rious to be overlooked ; or rather on grounds which constitute her sole claim to the notice of the world . THE BYRON GALLERY . - In walking through a forest ...
... daughters , a lady living in separation from her husband , on grounds too noto- rious to be overlooked ; or rather on grounds which constitute her sole claim to the notice of the world . THE BYRON GALLERY . - In walking through a forest ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
appeared beautiful better Bill called character Church Corn Laws daugh daughter Dublin duty Earl Edinburgh England English evil eyes favour fear feeling genius give Government Grey Greysteel haberdasher hand happy Haverfield head heart honour Hookey House House of Commons human interest Ireland Irish James John King labour Lady land late less light London look Lord Lord Althorp Lord Grey matter Matthias means ment mind Ministers moral nation nature never night o'er October opinion Parliament party passed persons poet political poor present racter Reform reformed Parliament scene Scotland Scott Semichorus September shew Sir Robert Peel Sir Walter Scott society spirit Squire Street sure sweet thing thou thought tion tithes Tories truth voice vols vote Whigs whole wife words writer young
Pasajes populares
Página 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 332 - The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. 1 bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Página 331 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 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.
Página 334 - Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the nymphs of the woods and waves...
Página 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.
Página 332 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit, one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Página 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: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Página 331 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Página 333 - 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!
Página 102 - 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.