The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 213A. Constable, 1911 |
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Page 165
... Queen's fierce question - will Olaf swear , as Odin once swore , on the Ring ? and of the blow which followed when Olaf wrote his death - day in the page of doom : Sigfrid the Haughty said under her breath : " This insult , King Olaf ...
... Queen's fierce question - will Olaf swear , as Odin once swore , on the Ring ? and of the blow which followed when Olaf wrote his death - day in the page of doom : Sigfrid the Haughty said under her breath : " This insult , King Olaf ...
Page 172
... queen sways from maddened remorse to frenzied regret for pleasure that is past . By a subtle instinct of self - torture she abases her lover to humiliate herself , as the two , who once rode gaily a - maying in the green woodlands ...
... queen sways from maddened remorse to frenzied regret for pleasure that is past . By a subtle instinct of self - torture she abases her lover to humiliate herself , as the two , who once rode gaily a - maying in the green woodlands ...
Page 175
... Queen's Page , may serve for example . ' There was an old King ; heavy his heart , grey his head ; the poor old King wedded a young wife . ' There was a gay Page ; fair his head , light his mind ; he bore the silken train of the young Queen ...
... Queen's Page , may serve for example . ' There was an old King ; heavy his heart , grey his head ; the poor old King wedded a young wife . ' There was a gay Page ; fair his head , light his mind ; he bore the silken train of the young Queen ...
Page 178
... Queen of Heaven . The sinner returns to the convent with bleeding feet , the fire of the heart burnt to ashes , her beauty changed to haggardness , the gold hair silvered with misery . The Mother of God greets her with words of ...
... Queen of Heaven . The sinner returns to the convent with bleeding feet , the fire of the heart burnt to ashes , her beauty changed to haggardness , the gold hair silvered with misery . The Mother of God greets her with words of ...
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... Queen of Scots , 1561-7 . By T. K. POLLEN , S.J. Scottish Historical Society . 1901 . 5. The Casket Letters and Mary Queen of Scots . By T. F. HENDERSON . London : A. and C. Black . 1890 . 6. The Mystery of Mary Stuart . By ANDREW LANG ...
... Queen of Scots , 1561-7 . By T. K. POLLEN , S.J. Scottish Historical Society . 1901 . 5. The Casket Letters and Mary Queen of Scots . By T. F. HENDERSON . London : A. and C. Black . 1890 . 6. The Mystery of Mary Stuart . By ANDREW LANG ...
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Page 165 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 23 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 27 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Page 63 - I contemplate these things ; when I know that the colonies in general owe little or nothing to any care of ours, and that they are not squeezed into this happy form by the constraints of watchful and suspicious government, but that through a wise and salutary neglect, a generous nature has been suffered to take her own way to perfection...
Page 28 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet!
Page 23 - Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Page 17 - And husband nature's riches from expense ; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity : For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds ; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Page 25 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 28 - Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! •O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove...
Page 24 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...