Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 7. köideJ. Mason, 1838 |
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... heaven , The woman gleamed within the child . 3 . Her looks were oftener turned to earth , But every glance was lovelier now ; " Twas plain that light of inward birth Now kissed the sunshine round her brow . Withdrawn 4 . was she from ...
... heaven , The woman gleamed within the child . 3 . Her looks were oftener turned to earth , But every glance was lovelier now ; " Twas plain that light of inward birth Now kissed the sunshine round her brow . Withdrawn 4 . was she from ...
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... the glimmering meads They walked in August's genial eve , And marked above the mill - stream reeds The myriad flies their mazes weave . 3 . While under heaven's warm lucent hues They felt 1838. ] 7 The Sexton's Daughter .
... the glimmering meads They walked in August's genial eve , And marked above the mill - stream reeds The myriad flies their mazes weave . 3 . While under heaven's warm lucent hues They felt 1838. ] 7 The Sexton's Daughter .
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... heaven That saw the Fountain Spirit rise . 15 . " Again the youth his fay besought A mortal's lot with him to share , For converse all of airy thought Contents but souls ensphered in air ; .16 " And man will ask below the skies That ...
... heaven That saw the Fountain Spirit rise . 15 . " Again the youth his fay besought A mortal's lot with him to share , For converse all of airy thought Contents but souls ensphered in air ; .16 " And man will ask below the skies That ...
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... heaven's dear grace , " Twas still the same pursuing knell . 40 . And when the people stood to sing , Though now the weary bell was o'er , She heard it through her bosom ring , The churchyard seemed a cave of As if ' twould ring for ...
... heaven's dear grace , " Twas still the same pursuing knell . 40 . And when the people stood to sing , Though now the weary bell was o'er , She heard it through her bosom ring , The churchyard seemed a cave of As if ' twould ring for ...
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... heaven one hour its gaze forget . 3 . But Henry more than all was dear ; On her he seemed to call for aid , And she through wave and gale would steer , To track the wandering mourning shade . 4 . Along the churchyard path she went , And ...
... heaven one hour its gaze forget . 3 . But Henry more than all was dear ; On her he seemed to call for aid , And she through wave and gale would steer , To track the wandering mourning shade . 4 . Along the churchyard path she went , And ...
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Page 304 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 300 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 576 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire— why, it appeareth no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 495 - Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
Page 303 - THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods; There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel ' What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 509 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 578 - Urania, I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven! For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil.
Page 579 - To noble raptures ; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted : — and how exquisitely, too, Theme this but little heard of among Men, The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Page 575 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man ! How passing wonder HE, who made him such...
Page 570 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.