Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen13William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1846 |
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... Speak , friends , I claim your counsel ! " Then arose , Stuttering with wrath , the youngest of the four Deliberant princes . In his haste excused By the time's need : most wild and rude he seem'd , And hot , as one but newly stung by ...
... Speak , friends , I claim your counsel ! " Then arose , Stuttering with wrath , the youngest of the four Deliberant princes . In his haste excused By the time's need : most wild and rude he seem'd , And hot , as one but newly stung by ...
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... speak of their merits , having hitherto been unable to procure them . But the fact of their suppression is sufficient to prove that no amelioration is to be hoped for Naples by means of the press ; a press which is forbidden to speak of ...
... speak of their merits , having hitherto been unable to procure them . But the fact of their suppression is sufficient to prove that no amelioration is to be hoped for Naples by means of the press ; a press which is forbidden to speak of ...
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... speak seriously , there is something even thus far in the boyish presumption of Shelley , not altogether without nobility . He affronted the armies of Christendom . been possible for him to be jesting , it would not have been noble ...
... speak seriously , there is something even thus far in the boyish presumption of Shelley , not altogether without nobility . He affronted the armies of Christendom . been possible for him to be jesting , it would not have been noble ...
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... speak not at that wild rate . Think of your immortal soul . " | sand into the air , and leaving her basket forgotten on the ground , and waving her sickle to and fro , she strode away from Morh Bane , and was soon lost among the sandy ...
... speak not at that wild rate . Think of your immortal soul . " | sand into the air , and leaving her basket forgotten on the ground , and waving her sickle to and fro , she strode away from Morh Bane , and was soon lost among the sandy ...
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... speak not of that , " said Cathol . " Here take my arm , if you be but ready , and let us be moving . " Janet took his arm accordingly , and she took it moreover with the full intention of taking her own use thoroughly out of it ; for ...
... speak not of that , " said Cathol . " Here take my arm , if you be but ready , and let us be moving . " Janet took his arm accordingly , and she took it moreover with the full intention of taking her own use thoroughly out of it ; for ...
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Página 81 - Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be. Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. — He dies, and makes no sign.
Página 385 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Página 45 - You have sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!
Página 174 - Kingston, had I but served God as diligently as I have served the King, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Página 345 - But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Página 25 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Página 43 - It had all the evidences of an absolute victory obtained by the Lord's blessing upon the Godly Party principally.
Página 59 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Página 25 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Página 26 - Now has descended a serener hour, And with inconstant fortune, friends return; Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power Which says: — Let scorn be not repaid with scorn. And from thy side two gentle babes are born To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn; And these delights, and thou, have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.