Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... existing ministry , their safeguard ; it has shielded them from the consequences of all their various manifold blunders ; it has shored up and maintained the tottering fabric of their power , and ren- dered utterly ineffective the ...
... existing ministry , their safeguard ; it has shielded them from the consequences of all their various manifold blunders ; it has shored up and maintained the tottering fabric of their power , and ren- dered utterly ineffective the ...
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... existing Ministry . Candidly , then , if we are compelled to confess , we , being of the people , feel as they do ; we are jealous and distrustful ; and , moreover , believe that we can shew our fears not to be wholly groundless . The ...
... existing Ministry . Candidly , then , if we are compelled to confess , we , being of the people , feel as they do ; we are jealous and distrustful ; and , moreover , believe that we can shew our fears not to be wholly groundless . The ...
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... existing among the more highly instructed , that increased knowledge among the people is our surest means of defence against despotism , and anarchy , and popular imprudence , it would be possible to spread over every part of the coun ...
... existing among the more highly instructed , that increased knowledge among the people is our surest means of defence against despotism , and anarchy , and popular imprudence , it would be possible to spread over every part of the coun ...
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... existing in that unhappy country , would , we firmly believe , have reconciled the Protestant and Catholic Irish . But we fear that Mr. Stanley , neither by his talent , nor by the sympathies of his nature , is fitted for the arduous ...
... existing in that unhappy country , would , we firmly believe , have reconciled the Protestant and Catholic Irish . But we fear that Mr. Stanley , neither by his talent , nor by the sympathies of his nature , is fitted for the arduous ...
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... existing in the government of the country , has been in the slightest degree reformed that in fact we are as badly governed now as under the dominion of the Tory party . crown . This state of things cannot last . A reformed Parliament ...
... existing in the government of the country , has been in the slightest degree reformed that in fact we are as badly governed now as under the dominion of the Tory party . crown . This state of things cannot last . A reformed Parliament ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
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...
Página 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.