Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Svazek 2Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... MONOLOGUES POETRY BY OUR NEW CONTRIBUTOR CHRISTOPHER IN HIS CAVE ITALY AS IT WAS SCOTTISH POETS · · · SONG - WRITING - BURNS 9 91 • 149 · 180 200 • 253 293 321 335 WILSON'S MISCELLANIES . WINTER RHAPSODY . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine.
... MONOLOGUES POETRY BY OUR NEW CONTRIBUTOR CHRISTOPHER IN HIS CAVE ITALY AS IT WAS SCOTTISH POETS · · · SONG - WRITING - BURNS 9 91 • 149 · 180 200 • 253 293 321 335 WILSON'S MISCELLANIES . WINTER RHAPSODY . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine.
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... have " breathed the air of Paradise , " and learned a seraphic language , which all the while that it is English , is as grand as Greek , and as soft as Italian . We only know this , that Coleridge 156 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... have " breathed the air of Paradise , " and learned a seraphic language , which all the while that it is English , is as grand as Greek , and as soft as Italian . We only know this , that Coleridge 156 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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John Wilson. as Italian . We only know this , that Coleridge is the al- chymist that in his crucible melts down hours to moments -and lo ! diamonds sprinkled on a plate of gold . What a world would this be were all its inhabitants to ...
John Wilson. as Italian . We only know this , that Coleridge is the al- chymist that in his crucible melts down hours to moments -and lo ! diamonds sprinkled on a plate of gold . What a world would this be were all its inhabitants to ...
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... - let us wreath our arm in thine - and " Like morning brought by night , ” shall be our entrance into the home of thy fathers . ITALY AS IT WAS . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , 292 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... - let us wreath our arm in thine - and " Like morning brought by night , ” shall be our entrance into the home of thy fathers . ITALY AS IT WAS . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , 292 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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John Wilson. ITALY AS IT WAS . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , 1839. ) You tell me , my dear Eusebius , that you wish to deter a young friend from going to Italy ; and therefore desire me to put on paper some of those disagreeable ...
John Wilson. ITALY AS IT WAS . ( Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine , 1839. ) You tell me , my dear Eusebius , that you wish to deter a young friend from going to Italy ; and therefore desire me to put on paper some of those disagreeable ...
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Strana 354 - Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 353 - THAT AND A' THAT" Is there, for honest Poverty, That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a
Strana 345 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire...
Strana 288 - He giveth His beloved sleep." For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show, That sees through tears the mummers leap, Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose Who giveth His beloved sleep. And friends, dear friends, when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And round my bier ye come to weep, Let one most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved sleep.
Strana 357 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Strana 34 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Strana 352 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Strana 349 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear : Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Strana 157 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Strana 362 - Ae fareweel, alas! for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee! Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!