The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianaeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... poor , Mr Hogg . Shakespeare intended not in those pictures to show the most secret spirit of the Seasons of Life . In one sense they are superficial , but the sympathies touched thereby may be most profound - for the familiar , when ...
... poor , Mr Hogg . Shakespeare intended not in those pictures to show the most secret spirit of the Seasons of Life . In one sense they are superficial , but the sympathies touched thereby may be most profound - for the familiar , when ...
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... poor , frail , erring , and sin- ful creature , lying , perhaps , on its forsaken bed of straw , has striven , with all its heart and all its soul , to do the will of its heavenly Father - and dares to hope that , by the atonement , it ...
... poor , frail , erring , and sin- ful creature , lying , perhaps , on its forsaken bed of straw , has striven , with all its heart and all its soul , to do the will of its heavenly Father - and dares to hope that , by the atonement , it ...
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... poor dear fellow . How are you now ? Shepherd . Hoo are you noo ? -Hoo are you noo ? English Opium - Eater . Mr Tickler , I would fain hope , sir , that , notwithstanding the assault of these infuriated insects , which in numbers ...
... poor dear fellow . How are you now ? Shepherd . Hoo are you noo ? -Hoo are you noo ? English Opium - Eater . Mr Tickler , I would fain hope , sir , that , notwithstanding the assault of these infuriated insects , which in numbers ...
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... poor Shepherd . No sae naturally poor's it looks like , sir . In the Kerse o ' Gowrie the sile's fifty yards deep - a fine rich broon black moold , that shoots up wheat and beans twunty feet high ; and even in the Forest , what wi ' the ...
... poor Shepherd . No sae naturally poor's it looks like , sir . In the Kerse o ' Gowrie the sile's fifty yards deep - a fine rich broon black moold , that shoots up wheat and beans twunty feet high ; and even in the Forest , what wi ' the ...
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... poor as Lazarus . Therefore , rug the ane awa frae Loch Lomond or Windermere , I say , and crib , cabin , and confine him in a back parlour in some dingy toun , command- ing a view o ' a score o ' smoky chimleys , and then look into his ...
... poor as Lazarus . Therefore , rug the ane awa frae Loch Lomond or Windermere , I say , and crib , cabin , and confine him in a back parlour in some dingy toun , command- ing a view o ' a score o ' smoky chimleys , and then look into his ...
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Página 43 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 226 - They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Página 239 - Towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light, to share his joyous sport ; And hence, a beaming goddess with her nymphs, Across the lawn and through the darksome grove (Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multiplied from rock or cave) Swept in the storm of chase, as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven, When winds are blowing strong.
Página 246 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Página 356 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 264 - Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Página 238 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled Iiia indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds...
Página 296 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 242 - Tower Menagerie," containing the natural history of the animals contained in that establishment, with anecdotes of their character and history Shepherd.
Página 333 - Lips, where all day A lover's kiss may play, Yet carry nothing thence away.