Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 161W. Blackwood & Sons, 1897 |
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... ness . Most of the men , however , had the dull dogged look of driven cattle : an intelligent face you would have sought more success- fully amongst their wives . Thus they reclined and slept , or talked in low subdued voices , while be ...
... ness . Most of the men , however , had the dull dogged look of driven cattle : an intelligent face you would have sought more success- fully amongst their wives . Thus they reclined and slept , or talked in low subdued voices , while be ...
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... all blends and degrees between the two . But the blame and the praise are rather accidents than essentials of his function . Partly from a dim conscious- ness of this , partly no doubt in reaction from 26 [ Jan. Twenty Years of Reviewing .
... all blends and degrees between the two . But the blame and the praise are rather accidents than essentials of his function . Partly from a dim conscious- ness of this , partly no doubt in reaction from 26 [ Jan. Twenty Years of Reviewing .
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ness of this , partly no doubt in reaction from the excesses of Jack Ketchishness , reviewing very often wanders into other excesses or de- fects which are equally far from the golden mean . It is sometimes openly asserted , and perhaps ...
ness of this , partly no doubt in reaction from the excesses of Jack Ketchishness , reviewing very often wanders into other excesses or de- fects which are equally far from the golden mean . It is sometimes openly asserted , and perhaps ...
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... ness of that long afternoon spent in a hunt for cheap lodgings . We were not accustomed to luxury , and I don't know that we even objected much to honest dirt ; but the darkness of some of those houses , -the dinginess , the squalor ...
... ness of that long afternoon spent in a hunt for cheap lodgings . We were not accustomed to luxury , and I don't know that we even objected much to honest dirt ; but the darkness of some of those houses , -the dinginess , the squalor ...
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... ness and woe . Poor little boy and girl ! Such moods were rare . As a rule we were content to sip the sweets of life on a lower level . A joke could be wrung from every- thing in those good old days , and the greatest joke of all was ...
... ness and woe . Poor little boy and girl ! Such moods were rare . As a rule we were content to sip the sweets of life on a lower level . A joke could be wrung from every- thing in those good old days , and the greatest joke of all was ...
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Seite 80 - We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick; unfound the boon — unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly curst, Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same — Each idle, and all ill, and none the worst — For all are meteors with a different name, And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
Seite 269 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Seite 369 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Seite 355 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 242 - As I parted with each corps in turn its band played ' Auld Lang Syne,' and I have never since heard that memory-stirring air without its bringing before my mind's eye the last view I had of the Kabul-Kandahar Field Force. I fancy myself crossing and recrossing the river which winds through the pass ; I hear the martial beat of drums and plaintive music of the pipes ; and I see Riflemen and Gurkhas, Highlanders and Sikhs, guns and horses, camels and mules, with the endless following of an Indian army...
Seite 86 - Ireland would be to put upon the Irish people the duty of levying their own taxes and of providing for their own expenditure...
Seite 476 - Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the Just - the tail-rods mark the time. The crank-throws give the double-bass, the feed-pump sobs an' heaves, An' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves: Her time, her own appointed time, the rocking link-head bides, Till - hear that note ? - the rod's return whings glimmerin
Seite 128 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light. The green hills are covered with day. Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze. Grey torrents pour their noisy streams. Two green hills with aged oaks surround a narrow plain. The blue course of a stream is there. On its banks stood Cairbar of Atha. His spear supports the king; the red eyes of his fear are sad. Cormac rises on his soul with all his ghastly wounds.
Seite 459 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Seite 510 - Jacob) — the structure commenced in our own land by Horace Walpole, Monk Lewis, Mrs. Radcliffe, and Maturin, but left imperfect and inharmonious, requires, now that the rubbish which choked up its approach is removed, only the hand of the skilful architect to its entire renovation and perfection.