The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Band 2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... seem in all the three to have been the chief object of the gallant , as their waste seems to be the chief topic of the husband's complaint . In the case of the Mongomeries of Scotstoun , we have a tale of the most unmanly and brutal ...
... seem in all the three to have been the chief object of the gallant , as their waste seems to be the chief topic of the husband's complaint . In the case of the Mongomeries of Scotstoun , we have a tale of the most unmanly and brutal ...
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... seems startled at her own imaginings . Involuted , and convoluted , she rolls herself onward , head over heels ... seem to bow Before another shrine , I do but court the Muse's smile , And sing of love and thee the while ! Beloved , this ...
... seems startled at her own imaginings . Involuted , and convoluted , she rolls herself onward , head over heels ... seem to bow Before another shrine , I do but court the Muse's smile , And sing of love and thee the while ! Beloved , this ...
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... seems to augur well for the future . The Library of Entertaining Knowledge , ( in which the Society is interested ) is also proceeding prosperously ; 14,000 co- pies having been already sold of the first volume , and 9000 of the second ...
... seems to augur well for the future . The Library of Entertaining Knowledge , ( in which the Society is interested ) is also proceeding prosperously ; 14,000 co- pies having been already sold of the first volume , and 9000 of the second ...
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... seems to have been a favourite character , and a distinguished figurante , in old popular poetry . There is still to be found in the Scottish nursery a strange legendary tale , sometimes called The Padda Sang , ' and sometimes The Tale ...
... seems to have been a favourite character , and a distinguished figurante , in old popular poetry . There is still to be found in the Scottish nursery a strange legendary tale , sometimes called The Padda Sang , ' and sometimes The Tale ...
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... seems to be profoundly ignorant that there is but one step between the sublime and the ridiculous . Having supped full of horrors , he seems anxious to treat his readers to a similar banquet , simply by crowding together all the loath ...
... seems to be profoundly ignorant that there is but one step between the sublime and the ridiculous . Having supped full of horrors , he seems anxious to treat his readers to a similar banquet , simply by crowding together all the loath ...
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Seite 127 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Seite 127 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Seite 127 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Seite 127 - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 127 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth, and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Seite 183 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm south, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
Seite 127 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 128 - And what if cheerful shouts at noon Come, from the village sent, Or songs of maids, beneath the moon With fairy laughter blent? And what if, in the evening light, Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument? I would the lovely scene around Might know no sadder sight nor sound.
Seite 127 - Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being...
Seite 16 - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.