The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Volumes 1-2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 - Scottish periodicals |
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... tell you , ' replied Phelim ; " he has had most experience . " “ Ay , do tell us , " cried all the soldiers laughing aloud . " Is it me ? " said Pat ; " Why , faith , I fancy , it's much the same as your Scottish soberness , and not ...
... tell you , ' replied Phelim ; " he has had most experience . " “ Ay , do tell us , " cried all the soldiers laughing aloud . " Is it me ? " said Pat ; " Why , faith , I fancy , it's much the same as your Scottish soberness , and not ...
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... tell you how many acres extent , and grounds without end . A stately lawn was in front , and vast quantities of deer feeding under the trees . Then there was a library , worth I know not how much money , with painted glass windows , and ...
... tell you how many acres extent , and grounds without end . A stately lawn was in front , and vast quantities of deer feeding under the trees . Then there was a library , worth I know not how much money , with painted glass windows , and ...
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... tell how closely the in- fant creeps into your heart that lies at your bosom ; and , if in common cases this is daily proved , what wonder that Mary's fondness exceeded all common measure ! It had even no longer a another to excite her ...
... tell how closely the in- fant creeps into your heart that lies at your bosom ; and , if in common cases this is daily proved , what wonder that Mary's fondness exceeded all common measure ! It had even no longer a another to excite her ...
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... tell of what it could not be of his birth or his great estate , poor child ! for , alas , he knew nothing of either ! but in spite of his humble situation , Bob was a great hoper , and was always talking of the mighty things he would do ...
... tell of what it could not be of his birth or his great estate , poor child ! for , alas , he knew nothing of either ! but in spite of his humble situation , Bob was a great hoper , and was always talking of the mighty things he would do ...
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... tell , " cried I , holding back in prodigious perturbation.- " William , where is your master ? " I added , to a servant who was passing the door . " In the drawing - room , madam , playing with the Major . " " Tell him , Mary Lawson ...
... tell , " cried I , holding back in prodigious perturbation.- " William , where is your master ? " I added , to a servant who was passing the door . " In the drawing - room , madam , playing with the Major . " " Tell him , Mary Lawson ...
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Popular passages
Page 273 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Page 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Page 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Page 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Page 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
Page 30 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 290 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
Page 30 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
Page 30 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Page 268 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...