Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 22William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1855 - Periodicals |
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... from the Tragedy • of War 604 • • • . 399 , 459 , 520 , 592 . 670 War , The : Who's to Blame ? XI . A Gossip over the Winter Fire . . 723 Where are we to stop ? 45 345 99 " I say , Sir - you're a friend iv . INDEX TO VOLUME XXII ,
... from the Tragedy • of War 604 • • • . 399 , 459 , 520 , 592 . 670 War , The : Who's to Blame ? XI . A Gossip over the Winter Fire . . 723 Where are we to stop ? 45 345 99 " I say , Sir - you're a friend iv . INDEX TO VOLUME XXII ,
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... fire of emulation burns the power of supernaturalism - but , we suppose , dimly . Many who are too proud to imitate , are hardly in its philosophy at all . The stolid or- not degraded enough to envy . Many who in- thodoxy of the Scotch ...
... fire of emulation burns the power of supernaturalism - but , we suppose , dimly . Many who are too proud to imitate , are hardly in its philosophy at all . The stolid or- not degraded enough to envy . Many who in- thodoxy of the Scotch ...
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... fire against the window - curtain . Perhaps , though , it's only a confinement . " " How you talk ! " said Harry , half laughing . Talk , yes ! " I am like the vinous Greek to whom Lambro was referred for information about the feasting ...
... fire against the window - curtain . Perhaps , though , it's only a confinement . " " How you talk ! " said Harry , half laughing . Talk , yes ! " I am like the vinous Greek to whom Lambro was referred for information about the feasting ...
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... fire in his pale , sad face , glanced rest- unable to defend both door and window too ; lessly about from one object to another . He held whichever way he turned , he must soon have in his hand the axe of a herdsman . The gipsies been ...
... fire in his pale , sad face , glanced rest- unable to defend both door and window too ; lessly about from one object to another . He held whichever way he turned , he must soon have in his hand the axe of a herdsman . The gipsies been ...
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... fire to the roof , and it now vain ; for every man was his friend ; even the seemed inevitable that Rózsa must either be burnt functionaries of the Government , either out of alive or fall by the bullets of the police . But sympathy or ...
... fire to the roof , and it now vain ; for every man was his friend ; even the seemed inevitable that Rózsa must either be burnt functionaries of the Government , either out of alive or fall by the bullets of the police . But sympathy or ...
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Page 38 - Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!
Page 288 - I can never forget the inexpressible luxury and profaneness, gaming, and all dissoluteness, and as it were total forgetfulness of God, (it being Sunday evening,) which this day se'nnight I was witness of, the King sitting and toying with his concubines, Portsmouth, Cleveland...
Page 36 - gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride— For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes— The life still there, upon her hair— the death upon her eyes.
Page 103 - On open wold and hill-top bleak It had gathered all the cold, And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's cheek ; It carried -a shiver everywhere From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare ; The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof ; All night by the white stars...
Page 103 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew ; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Page 332 - The country rings around with loud alarms, And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence ; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand...
Page 61 - And long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well — but 'tis not true!
Page 61 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life ; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course ; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us — to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Page 61 - And there arrives a lull in the hot race Wherein he doth for ever chase That flying and elusive shadow, rest. An air of coolness plays upon his face, And an unwonted calm pervades his breast And then he thinks he knows The hills where his life rose, And the sea where it goes.
Page 37 - By another impulse, she took off the formal cap that confined her hair ; and down it fell upon her shoulders, dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance, and imparting the charm of softness to her features. There played around her mouth, and beamed out of her eyes, a radiant and tender smile, that seemed gushing from the very heart of womanhood.