Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Volumes 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... Letters and Letter - Writers of the Day 289 Love and Faith 78 Monks of Old , the 143 Old Father Morris 237 Third Article Fourth Article Outside of Things , the Poetry of Life ( the ) ; or , How D'ye Do ? — First Article Second Article ...
... Letters and Letter - Writers of the Day 289 Love and Faith 78 Monks of Old , the 143 Old Father Morris 237 Third Article Fourth Article Outside of Things , the Poetry of Life ( the ) ; or , How D'ye Do ? — First Article Second Article ...
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... letters thereon . The there is no specification and scarcely any allusion to the sultans , and members of the imperial family , have had procedure concerning the burial of the dead ; but from the chapels built over their tombs , in ...
... letters thereon . The there is no specification and scarcely any allusion to the sultans , and members of the imperial family , have had procedure concerning the burial of the dead ; but from the chapels built over their tombs , in ...
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... letters . The use that was made of the latter was most unjustifiable . ' On one occasion , also , according to his conversations with Captain Medwin , when he had shut himself up in a dark street in London , that he might bring out some ...
... letters . The use that was made of the latter was most unjustifiable . ' On one occasion , also , according to his conversations with Captain Medwin , when he had shut himself up in a dark street in London , that he might bring out some ...
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... letters which were to re- veal to him such mighty truths and holy thoughts , Gaffer Strikland had died , and left little George a sadder boy and a lonelier than he had been since his mother's death . The boy wept for his old friend ...
... letters which were to re- veal to him such mighty truths and holy thoughts , Gaffer Strikland had died , and left little George a sadder boy and a lonelier than he had been since his mother's death . The boy wept for his old friend ...
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... letters of introduction to the Hon . Lewis Cass , the young man set sail from Boston , and arrived safely in Paris . Louis Philippe , whether he be a good king or not , must be allowed to be a good mathematician ; and we doubt if there ...
... letters of introduction to the Hon . Lewis Cass , the young man set sail from Boston , and arrived safely in Paris . Louis Philippe , whether he be a good king or not , must be allowed to be a good mathematician ; and we doubt if there ...
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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.