Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Volúmenes1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... Sometimes the flash of a weapon of steel would sparkle in the glaring beacon - light , and sometimes the smoke would roll between him and the panorama which lay around him , shutting it out like an illusion of th brain ; but the neigh ...
... Sometimes the flash of a weapon of steel would sparkle in the glaring beacon - light , and sometimes the smoke would roll between him and the panorama which lay around him , shutting it out like an illusion of th brain ; but the neigh ...
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... Sometimes a pious relative caught the last breath , in his open mouth , of the beloved one who had guae away for ever ; and then the eyes were closed , the limbs composed , the body washed and perfumed - dressed in rich clothing , the ...
... Sometimes a pious relative caught the last breath , in his open mouth , of the beloved one who had guae away for ever ; and then the eyes were closed , the limbs composed , the body washed and perfumed - dressed in rich clothing , the ...
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... sometimes also cast away to be consumed . The expiring flames were quenched with wine , and then the ossilegium , or collecting of the bones into the urn , took place , which was the special duty of the nearest relatives . A small glass ...
... sometimes also cast away to be consumed . The expiring flames were quenched with wine , and then the ossilegium , or collecting of the bones into the urn , took place , which was the special duty of the nearest relatives . A small glass ...
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... sometimes employed to light people across the common in our neighbourhood - though , by the way , he generally con- trived to interpose his person between his lantern and your footsteps - and his services had been bespoken for this lady ...
... sometimes employed to light people across the common in our neighbourhood - though , by the way , he generally con- trived to interpose his person between his lantern and your footsteps - and his services had been bespoken for this lady ...
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... Sometimes M'Allan , tak- ing down broadswords and shields , invited Gregory to the open terrace of the hermitage and taught him the attack and defence of Highland conflict ; at other times , placing a target down one of the noble vistas ...
... Sometimes M'Allan , tak- ing down broadswords and shields , invited Gregory to the open terrace of the hermitage and taught him the attack and defence of Highland conflict ; at other times , placing a target down one of the noble vistas ...
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Página 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Página 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Página 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Página 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Página 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Página 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.