Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 33W. Blackwood & Sons, 1833 |
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... CRINGLE'S LOG . CHAP . XVII . SCENES IN CUBA , THE CESARS . CHAP . III . CALIGULA , CLAUDIUS , and Nero , TO THE MEMORY OF ENSIGN GEORGE HOLFORD WALKER . BY MRS HODSON , LITTLE LEONARD'S LAST " GOOD NIGHT , " 1 26 43 -23 .61 · == 60 MR ...
... CRINGLE'S LOG . CHAP . XVII . SCENES IN CUBA , THE CESARS . CHAP . III . CALIGULA , CLAUDIUS , and Nero , TO THE MEMORY OF ENSIGN GEORGE HOLFORD WALKER . BY MRS HODSON , LITTLE LEONARD'S LAST " GOOD NIGHT , " 1 26 43 -23 .61 · == 60 MR ...
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... ques- tion . The only point for England to consider is , whether she can have any right to dictate the choice of a Sove reign to an independent nation , sd TOM CRINGLE'S LOG . CHAP . XVII . SCENES IN. 1833 ] 2225 The Portuguese War .
... ques- tion . The only point for England to consider is , whether she can have any right to dictate the choice of a Sove reign to an independent nation , sd TOM CRINGLE'S LOG . CHAP . XVII . SCENES IN. 1833 ] 2225 The Portuguese War .
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TOM CRINGLE'S LOG . CHAP . XVII . SCENES IN CUBA . Safely in harbour Is the King's ship . - In the deep nook where once Thou calledst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the ... Cringle's Log . TOM CRINGLE'S LOG CHAP XVII SCENES IN CUBA,
TOM CRINGLE'S LOG . CHAP . XVII . SCENES IN CUBA . Safely in harbour Is the King's ship . - In the deep nook where once Thou calledst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the ... Cringle's Log . TOM CRINGLE'S LOG CHAP XVII SCENES IN CUBA,
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... Cringle is , I fear , right enough . " At this moment the wind thundered at the door and window- shutters , and howled amongst the neighbouring trees and round the roof , as if it would have blown the house down upon our devoted heads ...
... Cringle is , I fear , right enough . " At this moment the wind thundered at the door and window- shutters , and howled amongst the neighbouring trees and round the roof , as if it would have blown the house down upon our devoted heads ...
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... Cringle , heave me the end of the line which Don Ricardo carries , will you ? " No , no - I can do that myself , " said Don Ricardo , and with a swing he hove the leathern noose at the skipper , and whipped it over his neck in a ...
... Cringle , heave me the end of the line which Don Ricardo carries , will you ? " No , no - I can do that myself , " said Don Ricardo , and with a swing he hove the leathern noose at the skipper , and whipped it over his neck in a ...
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Aaron agitation Agnes Ali Pacha arms Bang beauty blood Bluebeard Burke Calaf called carronades Catholic character Church Clatterpenny Cordelia coun cried Cringle dark daugh dear death deck Dom Miguel Dom Pedro effect empire England English evil eyes father fear feeling fire give Greece hand head hear heard heart heaven honour hour Imogen Ireland Irish King labour lady land light living look Lord ment mind nation nature neral ness never night noble once Ophelia Othello Parliament party passion Peabody persons political poor Portugal Portuguese Prince principle Queen's County racter round round shot sail scene Scotland seems Shakspeare shew Shortridge side sion soul speak spirit sweet thee thing thou thought Threeper tion tithes Treenail truth Turandot turn Whigs whole wind young
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Side 147 - Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Side 386 - The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Side 391 - Must there no more be done ? We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem, and such rest to her, As to peace-parted souls. Laer. Lay her i...
Side 535 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Side 147 - O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me: No, sir, you must not kneel.
Side 535 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Side 148 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Side 123 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less.
Side 433 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds...
Side 149 - I was many years ago so shocked by Cordelia's death that I know not whether I ever endured to read again the last scenes of the play till I undertook to revise them as an editor.