The Renfrewshire Magazine1847 |
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... happy circle , and gave its head a heavy undertaking to execute . The job being completed , James called for his account , but he might as well have attempted to squeeze water from the flinty rock as money from the coffers of Isaac ...
... happy circle , and gave its head a heavy undertaking to execute . The job being completed , James called for his account , but he might as well have attempted to squeeze water from the flinty rock as money from the coffers of Isaac ...
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... happy with him , the gloaming walks , the whispered vows , the bright anticipations , long conned over and cherished . Now he was far at sea , and knew nothing of all her misery . She looked again upon the water . She felt something ...
... happy with him , the gloaming walks , the whispered vows , the bright anticipations , long conned over and cherished . Now he was far at sea , and knew nothing of all her misery . She looked again upon the water . She felt something ...
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... happy as he said , " Bless me , I had a long chase after you since I left your mother's , and had given it nigh up when you hove in sight at the water side . Let's go home now and make a night of it . I guess the youngsters are hungry ...
... happy as he said , " Bless me , I had a long chase after you since I left your mother's , and had given it nigh up when you hove in sight at the water side . Let's go home now and make a night of it . I guess the youngsters are hungry ...
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... happy hours he had spent with him . " But the song , " said I , " where is it ? " breaking in upon his reverie . He made no reply , but began to read : - I. * " QUAND les moutons sont à la bérgèrie , Que le sommeil aux humains est si ...
... happy hours he had spent with him . " But the song , " said I , " where is it ? " breaking in upon his reverie . He made no reply , but began to read : - I. * " QUAND les moutons sont à la bérgèrie , Que le sommeil aux humains est si ...
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... happy conclusion , and , starting up , exclaimed- " I wish you were here , how I'd convince you ; but , egad , I shall convince you whether you are here or not - I shall write this very night . " And off he set , scarcely taking time to ...
... happy conclusion , and , starting up , exclaimed- " I wish you were here , how I'd convince you ; but , egad , I shall convince you whether you are here or not - I shall write this very night . " And off he set , scarcely taking time to ...
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Alexander Wilson appeared Archie Bard beauty bosom bright Buchanites Burns cæsura called character dark dear death discovery door dream earth father favour fear feelings felt flowers frae genius Glasgow Gleniffer braes Greenock hand happy hath heard heart heaven hero hexameter honour hope hour human Inchinnan Kilbarchan Kilmalcolm Kilmarnock Kitty labour Lacey lady land Lillie Lochwinnoch look Martin memory mind Miss moral morning mother Murphy nature never night o'er old arm-chair Oliver Paisley passed Peesweep poem poet poor present procrastination Renfrew Renfrewshire replied Robert Burns Robert Tannahill round scene Scotland Scottish smile Somerled song soon soul spirit Stanley Moor stone stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tion truth turn voice voyage wild William Motherwell wind wish young
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Страница 178 - Two sudden blows with a ragged stick And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife — And then the deed was done: There was nothing ly,ing at my foot, But lifeless flesh and bone!
Страница 199 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.
Страница 228 - Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Страница 253 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Страница 151 - The whole world was not half so wide To Alexander, when he cry'd Because he had but one to subdue, As was a paltry narrow tub to Diogenes ; who is not said (For aught that ever I could read) To whine, put finger i' th' eye, and sob, Because h
Страница 176 - Giant of air we bid thee hail! — How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale; How his huge and writhing arms are bent To clasp the zone of the firmament, And fold at length, in their dark embrace, From mountain to mountain the visible space.
Страница 192 - Mine own death's in this clenched hand ! I know the noble trust ; These limbs must rot on yonder strand — these lips must lick its dust : But shall this dusky standard quail in the red slaughter day; Or shall this heart its purpose fail — this arm forget to slay? I trample down such idle doubt ; Harald's high blood hath sprung From sires whose hands in martial bout have ne'er belied their tongue ; Nor keener from their castle rock rush eagles on their prey, Than, panting for the battle-shock,...
Страница 151 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Страница 328 - O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't; A brother's murder! Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's...
Страница 179 - Well ! • — be the graceless lineaments confest ! I do enjoy this bounteous beauteous earth ; And dote upon a jest " Within the limits of becoming mirth...