Hogg's Weekly Instructor, المجلدات 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... sweet and vivifying spring , and spring blends again into summer , so gently and imper- ceptibly , that the cycle of the year goes on in a system of rotatory uniformity , like the healthy advancement and de- cay of the physical systems ...
... sweet and vivifying spring , and spring blends again into summer , so gently and imper- ceptibly , that the cycle of the year goes on in a system of rotatory uniformity , like the healthy advancement and de- cay of the physical systems ...
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... sweet notes , ending ever with the plaintive cadence of a minor - third . The deep , tender eyes of the man - child filled with tears . We are not sundered , ' thought he . Surely my heart is in harmony with nature ; for she responds to ...
... sweet notes , ending ever with the plaintive cadence of a minor - third . The deep , tender eyes of the man - child filled with tears . We are not sundered , ' thought he . Surely my heart is in harmony with nature ; for she responds to ...
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... sweet , beseeching melody had ceased , Ernest pressed the hand of the singer to his lips , and remained awhile in silence . Then the strong necessity of supplication came over him , and he poured forth an earnest prayer . With fervid ...
... sweet , beseeching melody had ceased , Ernest pressed the hand of the singer to his lips , and remained awhile in silence . Then the strong necessity of supplication came over him , and he poured forth an earnest prayer . With fervid ...
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... sweet . ' Gregory had only one scruple against the acceptance of the kind proposal - the previous invitation of the ... sweets of your hermitage to enliven my poor lonely bungalow . ' To this M'Allan most readily agreed . As soon as ...
... sweet . ' Gregory had only one scruple against the acceptance of the kind proposal - the previous invitation of the ... sweets of your hermitage to enliven my poor lonely bungalow . ' To this M'Allan most readily agreed . As soon as ...
الصفحة 29
... sweet fragrant flowers upon the turf , beneath which reposes the ashes of those we loved , who will yet rise and ascend to heaven like the balmy exhalations of the dew - sprent thyme and sweet- brier . Ah , holy thoughts are often born ...
... sweet fragrant flowers upon the turf , beneath which reposes the ashes of those we loved , who will yet rise and ascend to heaven like the balmy exhalations of the dew - sprent thyme and sweet- brier . Ah , holy thoughts are often born ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.