Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 7

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William Blackwood, 1820 - England

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Page 236 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 361 - O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains...
Page 365 - Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon. The gentlemen gallantly attended their fair ones to their respective abodes, and took leave of them with a hearty smack at the door; which, as it was an established piece of etiquette, done in perfect simplicity and honesty of heart, occasioned no scandal at that time, nor should it at...
Page 125 - Is hung with marble fabrics, line o'er line, Terrace o'er terrace, nearer still, and nearer To the blue heavens.
Page 129 - Nor stoop'd their lamps th' enthroned fires on high: A single silent star Came wandering from afar, Gliding uncheck'd and calm along the liquid sky; The Eastern Sages leading on As at a kingly throne, To lay their gold and odours sweet Before thy infant feet. The earth and ocean were not hush'd to hear Bright harmony from every starry sphere ; Nor at thy presence brake the voice of song From all the cherub choirs, And seraphs' burning lyres Pour'd through the host of heaven the charmed clouds along.
Page 128 - And not by thunders strewed Was thy tempestuous road ; Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way. But thee, a soft and naked child, Thy mother undefiled. In the rude manger laid to rest From off her virgin breast. The heavens were not commanded to prepare A gorgeous canopy of golden air ; Nor stooped their lamps th...
Page 131 - ... fan, Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away: Still to the noontide of that nightless day. Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain. Along the busy mart and crowded street. The buyer and the seller still shall meet, And marriage feasts, begin their jocund strain : Still to the pouring out the Cup of Woe; Till Earth, a drunkard, reeling to and fro. And mountains molten by his burning feet, And Heaven his presence own, all red with furnace heat. The hundred-gated Cities then, The...
Page 294 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Page 365 - The tea was served out of a majestic delft teapot ornamented with paintings of fat little Dutch shepherds and shepherdesses tending pigs, with boats sailing in the air, and houses built in the clouds, and sundry other ingenious Dutch fantasies.
Page 365 - Bible, and wore pockets — ay, and that too of a goodly size, fashioned with patchwork into many curious devices, and ostentatiously worn on the outside. These, in fact, were convenient receptacles, where all good housewives carefully stored away such things as they wished to have at hand ; by which means they often came to be incredibly crammed — and I remember there was a story current when I was a boy, that the lady of Wouter Van Twiller once had occasion to empty her right pocket in search...

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