Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1832 |
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... honour is untouched , that he is as much a soldier and a gentleman as before . For aught we know , this may be true . In the code of a soldier and a gentleman it would seem that brutality is thought no blemish : acting as a judge and ...
... honour is untouched , that he is as much a soldier and a gentleman as before . For aught we know , this may be true . In the code of a soldier and a gentleman it would seem that brutality is thought no blemish : acting as a judge and ...
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... honour , delight in harrowing up every tender , every generous feeling , by such brutal infliction ? Can it be believed that a deadly desire of re- venge haunts not the poor victim of this fearful system ? There are men who , with ...
... honour , delight in harrowing up every tender , every generous feeling , by such brutal infliction ? Can it be believed that a deadly desire of re- venge haunts not the poor victim of this fearful system ? There are men who , with ...
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... honour ; and notorious experienced imbecility , consummate skill ; -to such a mind , these , with other evils boundless in extent and number , are either not seen to be in existence , or not felt to be such . In such a mind , the horror ...
... honour ; and notorious experienced imbecility , consummate skill ; -to such a mind , these , with other evils boundless in extent and number , are either not seen to be in existence , or not felt to be such . In such a mind , the horror ...
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... honour are said to do , when the queen is bringing forth a prince in public . The bairn being born , it was not taken out of the kirk till the minis- ter himself was brought back , and baptized it with a scriptural name ; for it was ...
... honour are said to do , when the queen is bringing forth a prince in public . The bairn being born , it was not taken out of the kirk till the minis- ter himself was brought back , and baptized it with a scriptural name ; for it was ...
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... honour ? If this is not enough , there's Brummagem Tem , beat- ing up , on his iron griddle , and all the hive gathering at his tail , bran- dishing Sheffield whittles , and swearing to make mince - meat of you . " " The Devil they do ...
... honour ? If this is not enough , there's Brummagem Tem , beat- ing up , on his iron griddle , and all the hive gathering at his tail , bran- dishing Sheffield whittles , and swearing to make mince - meat of you . " " The Devil they do ...
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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.