The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianaeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... hand o ' Him that hung the sun in our heaven , and studded with stars the boundless universe ? Tickler . James , forgive my folly- Shepherd . That I do , Mr Tickler and that I would do , if for every peck there was a firlot . Yet when a ...
... hand o ' Him that hung the sun in our heaven , and studded with stars the boundless universe ? Tickler . James , forgive my folly- Shepherd . That I do , Mr Tickler and that I would do , if for every peck there was a firlot . Yet when a ...
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... hand , awakens the unfamiliar - yea , the grotesque gives birth to the grand - the simple to the sublime and plain and easy as are the steps of that stair , made of earth's common stone , and without balustrades of cunning or gorgeous ...
... hand , awakens the unfamiliar - yea , the grotesque gives birth to the grand - the simple to the sublime and plain and easy as are the steps of that stair , made of earth's common stone , and without balustrades of cunning or gorgeous ...
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... hands helps to let doun the body into the grave - though all its lines , deep as they are , are peacefu ' and untroubled , and the grey uncovered head maist reverend and affecting in the sun- shine that falls at the same time on the ...
... hands helps to let doun the body into the grave - though all its lines , deep as they are , are peacefu ' and untroubled , and the grey uncovered head maist reverend and affecting in the sun- shine that falls at the same time on the ...
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... hand to his face ) what's this ? -Am I wearin a mask ? a fause - face wi ' a muckle nose ? Tell me , Mr North , tell me , Mr De Quinshy , on the honours o ' twa gentlemen as you are , am I the noo as ugly as Mr Tickler ? North ...
... hand to his face ) what's this ? -Am I wearin a mask ? a fause - face wi ' a muckle nose ? Tell me , Mr North , tell me , Mr De Quinshy , on the honours o ' twa gentlemen as you are , am I the noo as ugly as Mr Tickler ? North ...
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... hand ) . Ay ! North . " Twould be dangerous , Timothy , with that face , to sport Narcissus . " Sure such a pair were never seen , Ha ! O'Bronte ? So aptly form'd to meet by nature ! ” [ O'BRONTE enters the Arbour , still under the ...
... hand ) . Ay ! North . " Twould be dangerous , Timothy , with that face , to sport Narcissus . " Sure such a pair were never seen , Ha ! O'Bronte ? So aptly form'd to meet by nature ! ” [ O'BRONTE enters the Arbour , still under the ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae John Wilson Visualização integral - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae John Wilson Visualização integral - 1856 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae John Wilson Visualização integral - 1856 |
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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.