The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianaeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... speak what , in the lang - run , would 1 In the second volume of his Miscellanies ( 1854 ) , Mr De Quincey has de- scribed these murders with a power and circumstantiality which excite the most absorbing interest in the mind of the ...
... speak what , in the lang - run , would 1 In the second volume of his Miscellanies ( 1854 ) , Mr De Quincey has de- scribed these murders with a power and circumstantiality which excite the most absorbing interest in the mind of the ...
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... speak , sir ? —That the highest moral judgment , however , is something in itself , apart from all such emotions ... speak on sic a theme- North . Yes , my dearest James , you can , if you choose , speak on it better than either of us ...
... speak , sir ? —That the highest moral judgment , however , is something in itself , apart from all such emotions ... speak on sic a theme- North . Yes , my dearest James , you can , if you choose , speak on it better than either of us ...
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... speak , my dear sir . Shepherd . Ay , and far better , too . But hearken till me → When that state o ' mind passed away frae us , and we became willing to find relief , as it were , frae thochts sae far aboon the level o ' them that ...
... speak , my dear sir . Shepherd . Ay , and far better , too . But hearken till me → When that state o ' mind passed away frae us , and we became willing to find relief , as it were , frae thochts sae far aboon the level o ' them that ...
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... speak till the English Opium - Eater . Ma faith ! You hae nae need o ' drogs to raise your animal speerits , or heighen your imagination . What'n intensity o ' life ! -But whare's he been sin ' he was puppied , Mr North ? North . On ...
... speak till the English Opium - Eater . Ma faith ! You hae nae need o ' drogs to raise your animal speerits , or heighen your imagination . What'n intensity o ' life ! -But whare's he been sin ' he was puppied , Mr North ? North . On ...
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... speaking , sir , of Scot- land - a country naturally 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 ...
... speaking , sir , of Scot- land - a country naturally 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 ...
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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.