Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54W. Blackwood & Sons, 1843 |
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... hour to hour dependent on chance . " " It was my month of waiting as lady of honour . I found the queen always firm ; or , if she ever trembled , it was at the want of firmness in others . She had made up her mind for the worst long ...
... hour to hour dependent on chance . " " It was my month of waiting as lady of honour . I found the queen always firm ; or , if she ever trembled , it was at the want of firmness in others . She had made up her mind for the worst long ...
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the troops , and we felt our lives from hour to hour dependent on chance . ' " It was my month of waiting as lady of honour . I found the queen always firm ; or , if she ever trembled , it was at the want of firmness in others . She had ...
the troops , and we felt our lives from hour to hour dependent on chance . ' " It was my month of waiting as lady of honour . I found the queen always firm ; or , if she ever trembled , it was at the want of firmness in others . She had ...
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... hour before daybreak ; the troops must either join us or be put to death ; the king and his tribe will be sent to a dungeon , and France , before to - morrow night , will have at her head , if not the greatest man , the richest fool ...
... hour before daybreak ; the troops must either join us or be put to death ; the king and his tribe will be sent to a dungeon , and France , before to - morrow night , will have at her head , if not the greatest man , the richest fool ...
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... hour. case , he will send you back with his apology . If he has not , I shall re- main half an hour on the sands until he has made up his mind . " The captain made me a low bow , and slowly paced back to the lodg- ing of his fiery ...
... hour. case , he will send you back with his apology . If he has not , I shall re- main half an hour on the sands until he has made up his mind . " The captain made me a low bow , and slowly paced back to the lodg- ing of his fiery ...
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the troops , and we felt our lives from hour to hour dependent on chance . " " It was my month of waiting as lady of honour . I found the queen always firm ; or , if she ever trembled , it was at the want of firmness in others . She had ...
the troops , and we felt our lives from hour to hour dependent on chance . " " It was my month of waiting as lady of honour . I found the queen always firm ; or , if she ever trembled , it was at the want of firmness in others . She had ...
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Página 80 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Página 169 - DO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Página 169 - O wheels ! Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark.
Página 203 - But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control...
Página 2 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Página 207 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Página 373 - twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Página 80 - The latest Gospel in this world is, Know thy work and do it. "Know thyself: " long enough has that poor "self" of thine tormented thee ; thou wilt never get to
Página 77 - Liberty? The true liberty of a man, you would say, consisted in his finding out, or being forced to find out, the right path, and to walk thereon. To learn, or to be taught, what work he actually was able for; and then by permission, persuasion, and even compulsion, to set about doing of the same! That is his true blessedness, honour, "liberty" and maximum of wellbeing: if liberty be not that, I for one have small care about liberty.
Página 71 - Elie, half-pay Hulin rage in the midst of thousands. How the great Bastille Clock ticks (inaudible) in its Inner Court there, at its ease, hour after hour; as if nothing special, for it or the world, were passing! It tolled One when the firing began; and is now pointing towards Five, and still the firing slakes not. — Far down, in their vaults, the seven Prisoners hear muffled din as of earthquakes; their Turnkeys answer vaguely.