Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Volumes 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... King - Bird , the 80 Swarm of Ladybirds 128 Lessing 121 Tenderness of Parent Martens 174 Life and Character on the East Coast of Scotland 141 Thirty Days in the Savannahs of Cuba— Literary Notabilia 38 Chapter I. 104 Literary History of ...
... King - Bird , the 80 Swarm of Ladybirds 128 Lessing 121 Tenderness of Parent Martens 174 Life and Character on the East Coast of Scotland 141 Thirty Days in the Savannahs of Cuba— Literary Notabilia 38 Chapter I. 104 Literary History of ...
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... king , And I hurl him from his throne . Ere the new - born child Hath look'd and smiled On the gladsome light of day , To the couch of its sleep Unseen I creep , And snatch its soul away . I spare not the son Of the widow'd one , Nor ...
... king , And I hurl him from his throne . Ere the new - born child Hath look'd and smiled On the gladsome light of day , To the couch of its sleep Unseen I creep , And snatch its soul away . I spare not the son Of the widow'd one , Nor ...
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... king amongst the ancient barbarians died , the corpse was embowelled , the belly stuffed with aromatic herbs , and sewed up again ; and then it was placed upon a car and paraded through all the provinces which had been subject to the ...
... king amongst the ancient barbarians died , the corpse was embowelled , the belly stuffed with aromatic herbs , and sewed up again ; and then it was placed upon a car and paraded through all the provinces which had been subject to the ...
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... king , upon the pretence that the Bass was a place of strength , like to a castle in the moon , and of great importance , the only nest of solan geese in these parts , to buy the rock from Sir Andrew , at the rate of £ 4000 sterling ...
... king , upon the pretence that the Bass was a place of strength , like to a castle in the moon , and of great importance , the only nest of solan geese in these parts , to buy the rock from Sir Andrew , at the rate of £ 4000 sterling ...
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... king , Are able , in their might , to tell . A brilliant gem that trembles far Within the caverns of the deep ; A radiant , yet mysterious star , And which too few are apt to keep . A secret is a maiden's vow , Made when no listening ...
... king , Are able , in their might , to tell . A brilliant gem that trembles far Within the caverns of the deep ; A radiant , yet mysterious star , And which too few are apt to keep . A secret is a maiden's vow , Made when no listening ...
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Page 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Page 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Page 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Page 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Page 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Page 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Page 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.