The Spy, a periodical paper of literary amusement and instruction [by J. Hogg]., Issue 11810 |
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... grandeur and ease to that in which she entered , not a mur mur was heard , but every one seemed to . hope , that she would yet at some future period appear more brilliant than ever .. The music now changed to a strain a great deal 11.
... grandeur and ease to that in which she entered , not a mur mur was heard , but every one seemed to . hope , that she would yet at some future period appear more brilliant than ever .. The music now changed to a strain a great deal 11.
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... seemed highly pleased with her . At her first entrance she was dressed in a mantle , somewhat resem- bling the dress of the first lady , but finding that it rather incumbered her , she threw it off , and appeared in the dress of a ...
... seemed highly pleased with her . At her first entrance she was dressed in a mantle , somewhat resem- bling the dress of the first lady , but finding that it rather incumbered her , she threw it off , and appeared in the dress of a ...
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... seemed to become her equally well ; but the novelty of the thing being over , and the robes no richer of themselves , she was not so much admired as the first by one half . If she had continued to persevere in this same an- tique dress ...
... seemed to become her equally well ; but the novelty of the thing being over , and the robes no richer of themselves , she was not so much admired as the first by one half . If she had continued to persevere in this same an- tique dress ...
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... seemed even still more sor- ry for her imprudence , I was obliged to treat it lightly , though these were far from being my real sentiments of the mat- ter . I was glad however to deface a lit- tle the simple but affecting picture ...
... seemed even still more sor- ry for her imprudence , I was obliged to treat it lightly , though these were far from being my real sentiments of the mat- ter . I was glad however to deface a lit- tle the simple but affecting picture ...
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... seemed nearly of the same magnitude . I follow- ed that to the left , and before I had ad- vanced many miles , it again parted into equal halfs ; I now followed the right hand stream , as it appeared to have the best road along its ...
... seemed nearly of the same magnitude . I follow- ed that to the left , and before I had ad- vanced many miles , it again parted into equal halfs ; I now followed the right hand stream , as it appeared to have the best road along its ...
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able in town acquainted AIKMAN amusement appear attention BATTLE OF ASSAYE beauty better bosom canna Canongate Tolbooth cerns character child conversation creature daugh dear delight Duncan East Lothian Edinburgh EDINBURGH-Printed father feelings fortune frae genius gentleman girl give Glengyle hand happiness hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human Jeany Jessie kind knew Lady Justice laugh lived Loch Venachar look manner marriage ment mind morning mother mountains nature nerally ness never night o'er observed parents party passion person pleasure portunity post paid price 4d racter SATURDAY scarcely scene Scottish seemed seen servants single Number smile song soon soul spirit Star Office suffer sure sweet taste tears tender thee ther thing thou thought tion truth turn virtue walk wild wish woman wonder young ladies youth
Popular passages
Page 402 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 332 - Revere the man whose PILGRIM marks the road, And guides the PROGRESS of the soul to God. 'Twere well with most, if books that could engage Their childhood pleased them at a riper age ; The man, approving what had charm'd the boy, Would die at last in comfort, peace, and joy, And not with curses on his heart, who stole The gem of truth from his unguarded soul.
Page 106 - I shall here define it to be a conceit arising from the use of two words that agree in the sound, but differ in the sense. The only way therefore to try a piece of wit, is to translate it into a different language. If it bears the test, you may pronounce it true ; but if it vanishes in the experiment, you may conclude it to have been a pun.
Page 28 - Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt, and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Page 282 - Cleugh, beneath the solemn arch of tall, thick, embowering trees, listening to the amusing lull of the many steep, moss-grown cascades, while deep, divine contemplation, the genius of the place, prompts each swelling awful thought.
Page 236 - The seasons thus, As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, Still find them happy ; and consenting Spring Sheds her own rosy garlands on their heads : Till evening comes at last, serene and mild, When, after the long vernal day of life, Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells With many a proof of recollected love, Together...
Page 343 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 206 - Or redeem form or fame from the merciless surge; But the white foam of waves shall thy winding-sheet be, And winds, in the midnight of winter, thy dirge! On a bed of green sea-flowers thy limbs shall be laid, — Around thy white bones...
Page 206 - On beds of green sea-flower thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye — O, sailor boy ! sailor boy ! peace to thy soul ! 69.
Page 282 - I walk in spirit, and disport in its beloved gloom. This country I am in, is not very entertaining ; no variety but that of woods, and them we have in abundance ; but where is the living stream ? the airy mountain ? and the hanging rock ? with twenty other things that elegantly please the lover of nature.