The National Magazine: Devoted to Literature, Art, and Religion, Volume 12Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1858 |
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Pagina 2
... feel the influence and the power Of that pale face behind the door . And oft I dream of that fair face , Which hangs upon my study wall ; Young , saintly , tender , full of grace , On which the gathering shadows fall . Ir is an ancient ...
... feel the influence and the power Of that pale face behind the door . And oft I dream of that fair face , Which hangs upon my study wall ; Young , saintly , tender , full of grace , On which the gathering shadows fall . Ir is an ancient ...
Pagina 10
... feeling . The regent had given to one of his favor- ites Hamilton's estate of Bothwellhaugh , who proceeded to take possession with such brutality that he turned Hamilton's wife out naked , in a cold night , into the open fields , where ...
... feeling . The regent had given to one of his favor- ites Hamilton's estate of Bothwellhaugh , who proceeded to take possession with such brutality that he turned Hamilton's wife out naked , in a cold night , into the open fields , where ...
Pagina 19
... feel serious apprehensions for the future . The question then arose , how they might best dispose of their prisoner . The leader of the party insisted upon the necessity of killing him . This consulta- tion , as well as the decision ...
... feel serious apprehensions for the future . The question then arose , how they might best dispose of their prisoner . The leader of the party insisted upon the necessity of killing him . This consulta- tion , as well as the decision ...
Pagina 44
... feeling of the time , it would appear almost impos- sible that it should have led to the sad results it did . A bow of respect offered by a clergyman to one family before an- other , brought upon him , without any other exciting cause ...
... feeling of the time , it would appear almost impos- sible that it should have led to the sad results it did . A bow of respect offered by a clergyman to one family before an- other , brought upon him , without any other exciting cause ...
Pagina 45
... feeling ; but such affection as she did possess she had bestowed on the young , frank , and generous laird , Walter Fleming . But Walter had seen and shown some little attention to Lucy , the fair daughter of Kennedy of Killaster , and ...
... feeling ; but such affection as she did possess she had bestowed on the young , frank , and generous laird , Walter Fleming . But Walter had seen and shown some little attention to Lucy , the fair daughter of Kennedy of Killaster , and ...
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Pagina 155 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Pagina 157 - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE " Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Pagina 157 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Pagina 428 - See, I have this day set thee over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out, and to pull down, and to destroy, and to throw down, to build, and to plant.
Pagina 353 - That be far from thee to do after this manner, to slay the righteous with the wicked : and that the righteous should be as the wicked, that be far from thee : Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right...
Pagina 5 - Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink. • The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Pagina 423 - THEE, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness.
Pagina 424 - The place of the Scripture which he read was this, He was led as a sheep to the slaughter ; and like a lamb dumb before his shearer, so opened he not his mouth : In his humiliation his judgment was taken away : and who shall declare his generation ? for his life is taken from the earth.
Pagina 159 - The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Pagina 157 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.