Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 46W. Blackwood & Sons, 1839 |
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Page 33
... father lays the pudding on so werry thick , " was the dissatisfied reply of Frederick- William , holding out his plate for more . " Blowed if I doesn't think yer'd make a good lawryer , Fred , yer tucks in sich a reggler blow - out ...
... father lays the pudding on so werry thick , " was the dissatisfied reply of Frederick- William , holding out his plate for more . " Blowed if I doesn't think yer'd make a good lawryer , Fred , yer tucks in sich a reggler blow - out ...
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... father of that young gentleman , who , after seve- ral unsuccessful efforts , got off his chair at last , snorting like a walrus , and bundled into the front shop in obedience to the paternal injunction . " I knows this ' ere flat iron ...
... father of that young gentleman , who , after seve- ral unsuccessful efforts , got off his chair at last , snorting like a walrus , and bundled into the front shop in obedience to the paternal injunction . " I knows this ' ere flat iron ...
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... father of the propriety of having value for his money ! As the hour of half - past four draws nigh , the gardens gradually fill with enthusiastic students eager for the fray , and all eyes are directed towards the tardy clock , that ...
... father of the propriety of having value for his money ! As the hour of half - past four draws nigh , the gardens gradually fill with enthusiastic students eager for the fray , and all eyes are directed towards the tardy clock , that ...
Page 45
... father was not a successful attorney , which I take to be the true and only essential preli- minary towards being a successful barrister ; indeed , I do not think any one belonging to me ever saw that rare and curious animal an attorney ...
... father was not a successful attorney , which I take to be the true and only essential preli- minary towards being a successful barrister ; indeed , I do not think any one belonging to me ever saw that rare and curious animal an attorney ...
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... father and self had been travelling over the same ground as our tourists , and , conse- quently , they were frequently thrown together . " No , no ! It is not that ! " exclaim- ed Jane , rather hastily . " I wish you would not be always ...
... father and self had been travelling over the same ground as our tourists , and , conse- quently , they were frequently thrown together . " No , no ! It is not that ! " exclaim- ed Jane , rather hastily . " I wish you would not be always ...
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Page 127 - Thou shalt not eat of it: cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life: thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee; and thou shalt eat the herb of the field: in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken : for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
Page 260 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 262 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 379 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 372 - tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. " So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! " Then finish, dear Cloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Page 268 - And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Page 378 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 147 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on 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 262 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 265 - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a