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of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 2Ballantyne, 1829 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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His life was pious , unostentatious , and seday lent the said article to a brother
player , and some rene , -passed in virtue and benevolence ; his death was time
after called on him . Mr Hughes had his dog with peaceful and affecting . From a ...
His life was pious , unostentatious , and seday lent the said article to a brother
player , and some rene , -passed in virtue and benevolence ; his death was time
after called on him . Mr Hughes had his dog with peaceful and affecting . From a ...
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How sweet is death ! no sorrow clouds the tomb ; How still is death ! no voice
breaks on his rest There has recently been put into our hands a manuscript How
calm is death ! no troubles there can come ; volume , which we look upon as one
of ...
How sweet is death ! no sorrow clouds the tomb ; How still is death ! no voice
breaks on his rest There has recently been put into our hands a manuscript How
calm is death ! no troubles there can come ; volume , which we look upon as one
of ...
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We curse of the Almighty , but from the knowledge that it look upon the following
passage , with which he com was impossible for him ever to find refuge from his
sufmences his narrative , as worthy of the most attentive pe- ferings in death .
We curse of the Almighty , but from the knowledge that it look upon the following
passage , with which he com was impossible for him ever to find refuge from his
sufmences his narrative , as worthy of the most attentive pe- ferings in death .
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Death being the predominant thought in the mind of Paulo , as well as his great
aim and object , the following incident is finely introduced : “ Once a funeral met
my aching sight , It blasted my eyes at the dead of night , When the sightless
fiends ...
Death being the predominant thought in the mind of Paulo , as well as his great
aim and object , the following incident is finely introduced : “ Once a funeral met
my aching sight , It blasted my eyes at the dead of night , When the sightless
fiends ...
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Formerly I wished to die ; thou this day made me a widowed , childless mother ?
but death fled me . Now I wish to live ; and death will Hast thou shed the precious
blood of this young servant come upon me ! I know I shall never more see ...
Formerly I wished to die ; thou this day made me a widowed , childless mother ?
but death fled me . Now I wish to live ; and death will Hast thou shed the precious
blood of this young servant come upon me ! I know I shall never more see ...
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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.