Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Τόμος 13

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William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone
W. Tait, 1846

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Σελίδα 81 - Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be. Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. — He dies, and makes no sign.
Σελίδα 385 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Σελίδα 45 - You have sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!
Σελίδα 174 - Kingston, had I but served God as diligently as I have served the King, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Σελίδα 345 - But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Σελίδα 25 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Σελίδα 43 - It had all the evidences of an absolute victory obtained by the Lord's blessing upon the Godly Party principally.
Σελίδα 59 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Σελίδα 25 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Σελίδα 26 - Now has descended a serener hour, And with inconstant fortune, friends return; Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power Which says: — Let scorn be not repaid with scorn. And from thy side two gentle babes are born To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn; And these delights, and thou, have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.

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