Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... Lord Hill is the person who has enacted the latter part of this affair , and throughout he has been actively engaged in defeating the object of inquiry . We know , and defy any one to dis- prove what we assert , that some of the ...
... Lord Hill is the person who has enacted the latter part of this affair , and throughout he has been actively engaged in defeating the object of inquiry . We know , and defy any one to dis- prove what we assert , that some of the ...
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... Lord Hill , men inimical to a liberal policy , to hold high and powerful offices among them . In answer to this , it is observed , that it is advisable not to mix up the affairs of the army with political matters . We care not how ...
... Lord Hill , men inimical to a liberal policy , to hold high and powerful offices among them . In answer to this , it is observed , that it is advisable not to mix up the affairs of the army with political matters . We care not how ...
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... Lord Hill , whatever the Ministers may think of the matter . " Looking at the Ministry as a whole , and without reference to one or two of its members , we are compelled to say , that these infe- rences seem but too correct . These ...
... Lord Hill , whatever the Ministers may think of the matter . " Looking at the Ministry as a whole , and without reference to one or two of its members , we are compelled to say , that these infe- rences seem but too correct . These ...
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... Hill , on the 12th September , the Lady of J. A. Droop , Esq . , of a son . At Charterhouse Square , London , on the ... Lord Howard of Effingham , to Eliza , only daughter of General Sir Gordon Drummond , G. C. B. At St. George's ...
... Hill , on the 12th September , the Lady of J. A. Droop , Esq . , of a son . At Charterhouse Square , London , on the ... Lord Howard of Effingham , to Eliza , only daughter of General Sir Gordon Drummond , G. C. B. At St. George's ...
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... Lord ! if you did but know what tribes of blue ladies and black gentlemen ... Hill , ' ” " Poor young man ! " " Well , sir , next day a solemn young prig ... hill , when he out's with his commonplace book , and gives me what he calls a ...
... Lord ! if you did but know what tribes of blue ladies and black gentlemen ... Hill , ' ” " Poor young man ! " " Well , sir , next day a solemn young prig ... hill , when he out's with his commonplace book , and gives me what he calls a ...
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Page 332 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Page 331 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Page 332 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 331 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Page 29 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Page 331 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 341 - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
Page 333 - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Page 333 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Page 102 - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.