Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 64W. Blackwood, 1848 |
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... passed but , when they lay down on their buffalo robes to sleep , they could not be confident that that sleep was not their last - knowing full well that savage men were hovering near , thirst- ing for their lives . However , no enemies ...
... passed but , when they lay down on their buffalo robes to sleep , they could not be confident that that sleep was not their last - knowing full well that savage men were hovering near , thirst- ing for their lives . However , no enemies ...
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... passed through the lungs ; and in a few moments the throat of the wounded man began to swell , as the choking blood ascended , and turned a livid blue colour . But a few drops of purple blood trickled from the wound , a fatal sign ...
... passed through the lungs ; and in a few moments the throat of the wounded man began to swell , as the choking blood ascended , and turned a livid blue colour . But a few drops of purple blood trickled from the wound , a fatal sign ...
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... Passing by my father's study , I was surprised to see the windows un- closed - surprised more , on looking in , to ... passed through the gates into the road . A few of the cottages were giving signs of returning life ; but it was not ...
... Passing by my father's study , I was surprised to see the windows un- closed - surprised more , on looking in , to ... passed through the gates into the road . A few of the cottages were giving signs of returning life ; but it was not ...
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... passed , with his calm smile , into the salons of the chattering wits of Paris in the eighteenth century , oh , then his irony was that of Lucian , sweetened by the gentle spirit of Eras- mus . For not even here was my father's satire ...
... passed , with his calm smile , into the salons of the chattering wits of Paris in the eighteenth century , oh , then his irony was that of Lucian , sweetened by the gentle spirit of Eras- mus . For not even here was my father's satire ...
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... passed me , I saw on the outside Mr Peacock , still struggling with a cigar it could scarcely be the same - and his young friend stretched on the roof amongst the luggage , leaning his handsome head on his hand , and apparently ...
... passed me , I saw on the outside Mr Peacock , still struggling with a cigar it could scarcely be the same - and his young friend stretched on the roof amongst the luggage , leaning his handsome head on his hand , and apparently ...
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Página 499 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 499 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 498 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 502 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ! Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 509 - Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Página 410 - I confess I am not charmed with the ideal of life held out by those who think that the normal state of human beings is that of struggling to get on...
Página 498 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 498 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 188 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Página 508 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields...