Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 45W. Blackwood & Sons, 1839 - Scotland |
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... head . " It is Des- tiny , not I , that will deprive you one day of that faith . " I do not know what Destiny means ; but I trust in God . " " Take what name you will for the ruling Power of all things . God can- not perform ...
... head . " It is Des- tiny , not I , that will deprive you one day of that faith . " I do not know what Destiny means ; but I trust in God . " " Take what name you will for the ruling Power of all things . God can- not perform ...
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... head all the stories I had ever heard about Jesus Christ . That silenced and steadied me all that day . I got a little boy from the school to come and read me a bit of the Bible in the evening ; and then I woke up once or twice in the ...
... head all the stories I had ever heard about Jesus Christ . That silenced and steadied me all that day . I got a little boy from the school to come and read me a bit of the Bible in the evening ; and then I woke up once or twice in the ...
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... head to know what we are doing . Then when she comes round a little , and sees the child strong and well , no doubt she'll recover too . She must never know it ; ' - and he said the word never as if he wanted to nail the notion into my head ...
... head to know what we are doing . Then when she comes round a little , and sees the child strong and well , no doubt she'll recover too . She must never know it ; ' - and he said the word never as if he wanted to nail the notion into my head ...
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... head upon it is as beautifully executed as if it were one of Weigall's finest works . It bears , moreover , a curious resemblance to my uncle who has watched me so tenderly in my illness , and I could almost have supposed it a portrait ...
... head upon it is as beautifully executed as if it were one of Weigall's finest works . It bears , moreover , a curious resemblance to my uncle who has watched me so tenderly in my illness , and I could almost have supposed it a portrait ...
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... head , and the jangling of every nerve within my frame , when my father re- lated the minutiae of this worse than cannibal atrocity , —how the youth was pursuing his innocent sport upon the hills , how that he had called at a cabin with ...
... head , and the jangling of every nerve within my frame , when my father re- lated the minutiae of this worse than cannibal atrocity , —how the youth was pursuing his innocent sport upon the hills , how that he had called at a cabin with ...
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Page 312 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 136 - Echo still through all the song ; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Page 184 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 313 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath...
Page 140 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 541 - If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 571 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
Page 564 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 313 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 136 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.