Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 118William Blackwood, 1875 - England |
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... Yorke was sitting in his easy- chair , waving a piece of paper in his hand , and calling out , " Don't you wish you were me , my boy ! Here's a start ! " handed the paper to Yorke to read . It ran follows : - as " BRIGADE OFFICE ...
... Yorke was sitting in his easy- chair , waving a piece of paper in his hand , and calling out , " Don't you wish you were me , my boy ! Here's a start ! " handed the paper to Yorke to read . It ran follows : - as " BRIGADE OFFICE ...
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... Yorke , who had risen from his chair and was pacing up and down the veranda ; " but you won't have too much time to ... Yorke's eager , anxious face , " I had forgotten about you all the time . What a selfish chap I am , to be sure ! Now ...
... Yorke , who had risen from his chair and was pacing up and down the veranda ; " but you won't have too much time to ... Yorke's eager , anxious face , " I had forgotten about you all the time . What a selfish chap I am , to be sure ! Now ...
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... Yorke could accept the in- vitation without any qualms of con- science . He would actually spend a whole day and sleep under the same roof with his beloved . It was like a vision of paradise opening before him . " And so here is the ...
... Yorke could accept the in- vitation without any qualms of con- science . He would actually spend a whole day and sleep under the same roof with his beloved . It was like a vision of paradise opening before him . " And so here is the ...
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... Yorke and the Commissioner following . sive sympathy with so much devo- tion , which only awaits an appeal to be called forth and in another moment Yorke might have fallen at her feet to pour out his tale of love , his hopes , his fears ...
... Yorke and the Commissioner following . sive sympathy with so much devo- tion , which only awaits an appeal to be called forth and in another moment Yorke might have fallen at her feet to pour out his tale of love , his hopes , his fears ...
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... Yorke was up with the first grey light of dawn , although not sooner than the Commissioner , who was a regular old Indian as regards early rising ; but it was with a pang of dis- appointment that he found only one riding - horse besides ...
... Yorke was up with the first grey light of dawn , although not sooner than the Commissioner , who was a regular old Indian as regards early rising ; but it was with a pang of dis- appointment that he found only one riding - horse besides ...
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Page 318 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 251 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 647 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt...
Page 317 - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Page 327 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Page 317 - And many more, whose names on Earth are dark But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. "Thou art become as one of us...
Page 315 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year? To...
Page 648 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
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Page 251 - Croesus' wealth a straw; For care, I care not what it is; I fear not fortune's fatal law; My mind is such as may not move For beauty bright, or force of love. I wish but what I have at will; I wander not to seek for more; I like the plain, I climb no hill; In greatest storms I sit on shore, And laugh at them that toil in vain To get what must be lost again.