The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 2Ballantyne, 1829 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... body of national poetry , and are to be regarded in the light of minor , and often injudicious , abridgements from the general store . The work before us is modelled after a plan the most appropriate for such a publication ; for while ...
... body of national poetry , and are to be regarded in the light of minor , and often injudicious , abridgements from the general store . The work before us is modelled after a plan the most appropriate for such a publication ; for while ...
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... body , drowsy body ; Jocky blythe and gay ; Hand awa ' frae me , Donald ; The Peremptor Lover ; My Jeany and I have toiled ; Jocky fou , Jenny fain ; Jeany , where has thou been ? " III . About sixty songs , composed by Ramsay himself ...
... body , drowsy body ; Jocky blythe and gay ; Hand awa ' frae me , Donald ; The Peremptor Lover ; My Jeany and I have toiled ; Jocky fou , Jenny fain ; Jeany , where has thou been ? " III . About sixty songs , composed by Ramsay himself ...
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... body of an opera - dancer upon the back part of his hand , and making his two middle fingers represent the extremities , the upper part the thighs , the lower part the legs , and having painted the nails black to represent shoes , he ...
... body of an opera - dancer upon the back part of his hand , and making his two middle fingers represent the extremities , the upper part the thighs , the lower part the legs , and having painted the nails black to represent shoes , he ...
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... body so close to the edge of the precipice , that it fell over the brink , and , with an appalling sound , dropped heavily from point to point of the projecting rocks beneath . Having reported my arrival at head - quarters , and. ing ...
... body so close to the edge of the precipice , that it fell over the brink , and , with an appalling sound , dropped heavily from point to point of the projecting rocks beneath . Having reported my arrival at head - quarters , and. ing ...
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... body has read Boswell's Life of Johnson , and therefore every body re- members that profound remark made by the great mo- ralist , that , “ in order to enjoy a good dinner , we must talk about it all the while . " It is certain , at all ...
... body has read Boswell's Life of Johnson , and therefore every body re- members that profound remark made by the great mo- ralist , that , “ in order to enjoy a good dinner , we must talk about it all the while . " It is certain , at all ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.