The Spy, a periodical paper of literary amusement and instruction [by J. Hogg]., Edição 11810 |
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... - tion , as I thought myself master of the craft before one half of my term was ex- pired . After this my father hinted to me that I should accept of the wages my late master offered me to remain with him ; but this 18.
... - tion , as I thought myself master of the craft before one half of my term was ex- pired . After this my father hinted to me that I should accept of the wages my late master offered me to remain with him ; but this 18.
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... thought the servants the most absurd animals existing , and completely void of all taste , when they begged of me at times for God's sake to give over rending their ears , and let them have some peace for a little while . When I ...
... thought the servants the most absurd animals existing , and completely void of all taste , when they begged of me at times for God's sake to give over rending their ears , and let them have some peace for a little while . When I ...
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... thought of re- turning . I knew ' nothing of the situa- tion of any country in the universe , not even of my own . I had never seen any mountains , save the dun ridges of Lam- mermuir , and the pale fells of Cheviot supporting the ...
... thought of re- turning . I knew ' nothing of the situa- tion of any country in the universe , not even of my own . I had never seen any mountains , save the dun ridges of Lam- mermuir , and the pale fells of Cheviot supporting the ...
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... thoughts awake , By lone St Mary's silent lake ; Thou knowst it well , -nor fen , nor sedge , Pollute the pure lake's ... thought , ' twere sweet to dwell , And rear again the chaplain's cell , Like that same peaceful hermitage , Where ...
... thoughts awake , By lone St Mary's silent lake ; Thou knowst it well , -nor fen , nor sedge , Pollute the pure lake's ... thought , ' twere sweet to dwell , And rear again the chaplain's cell , Like that same peaceful hermitage , Where ...
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... thought the Wizard Priest was come , To claim again his ancient home ! And bade my busy fancy range , To frame him fitting shape and strange ,. Till from the task my brow I cleared , And smiled to think that I had feared . But chief ...
... thought the Wizard Priest was come , To claim again his ancient home ! And bade my busy fancy range , To frame him fitting shape and strange ,. Till from the task my brow I cleared , And smiled to think that I had feared . But chief ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
able in town acquainted AIKMAN amusement appear attention BATTLE OF ASSAYE beauty better bosom canna Canongate Tolbooth cerns character child conversation creature daugh dear delight Duncan East Lothian Edinburgh EDINBURGH-Printed father feelings fortune frae genius gentleman girl give Glengyle hand happiness hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human Jeany Jessie kind knew Lady Justice laugh lived Loch Venachar look manner marriage ment mind morning mother mountains nature nerally ness never night o'er observed parents party passion person pleasure portunity post paid price 4d racter SATURDAY scarcely scene Scottish seemed seen servants single Number smile song soon soul spirit Star Office suffer sure sweet taste tears tender thee ther thing thou thought tion truth turn virtue walk wild wish woman wonder young ladies youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 402 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 332 - Revere the man whose PILGRIM marks the road, And guides the PROGRESS of the soul to God. 'Twere well with most, if books that could engage Their childhood pleased them at a riper age ; The man, approving what had charm'd the boy, Would die at last in comfort, peace, and joy, And not with curses on his heart, who stole The gem of truth from his unguarded soul.
Página 106 - I shall here define it to be a conceit arising from the use of two words that agree in the sound, but differ in the sense. The only way therefore to try a piece of wit, is to translate it into a different language. If it bears the test, you may pronounce it true ; but if it vanishes in the experiment, you may conclude it to have been a pun.
Página 28 - Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt, and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Página 282 - Cleugh, beneath the solemn arch of tall, thick, embowering trees, listening to the amusing lull of the many steep, moss-grown cascades, while deep, divine contemplation, the genius of the place, prompts each swelling awful thought.
Página 236 - The seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy ; and consenting Spring Sheds her own rosy garlands on their heads : Till evening comes at last, serene and mild, When, after the long vernal day of life, Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love, Together...
Página 343 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Página 206 - Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge; But the white foam of waves shall thy winding-sheet be, And winds, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge! On a bed of green sea-flowers thy limbs shall be laid, — Around thy white bones...
Página 206 - On beds of green sea-flower thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye — O, sailor boy ! sailor boy ! peace to thy soul ! 69.
Página 282 - I walk in spirit, and disport in its beloved gloom. This country I am in, is not very entertaining ; no variety but that of woods, and them we have in abundance ; but where is the living stream ? the airy mountain ? and the hanging rock ? with twenty other things that elegantly please the lover of nature.