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of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 2Ballantyne, 1829 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 1
... perhaps sacrifices too much to the Graces ; yet he is so full of refinement and polish , that it is not difficult to forgive him for being less masculine and nervous , as it begins , leaving the reader's curiosity only imperfectly sa ...
... perhaps sacrifices too much to the Graces ; yet he is so full of refinement and polish , that it is not difficult to forgive him for being less masculine and nervous , as it begins , leaving the reader's curiosity only imperfectly sa ...
Page 6
... perhaps our feelings may be shared by some of our readers ) to find , in pe- rusing these volumes , those whose names we have been ac- customed to meet with only in the narrative of high poli- tical emulation , or ( higher yet ) in the ...
... perhaps our feelings may be shared by some of our readers ) to find , in pe- rusing these volumes , those whose names we have been ac- customed to meet with only in the narrative of high poli- tical emulation , or ( higher yet ) in the ...
Page 11
... perhaps the most amusing and cha- racteristic , will suffice . After describing the gambols of his " Twa Dogs , " their historian described their sitting down in coarse and rustic terms . This , of course , did not suit the poet's ...
... perhaps the most amusing and cha- racteristic , will suffice . After describing the gambols of his " Twa Dogs , " their historian described their sitting down in coarse and rustic terms . This , of course , did not suit the poet's ...
Page 13
... perhaps be generally , known to our readers , that Mr Jeffrey resigned , a few weeks ago , the Editorship of the Edinburgh Review , which he has conducted with so much talent since its commencement . It is generally be- lieved that the ...
... perhaps be generally , known to our readers , that Mr Jeffrey resigned , a few weeks ago , the Editorship of the Edinburgh Review , which he has conducted with so much talent since its commencement . It is generally be- lieved that the ...
Page 14
... perhaps have the more weight . SAT . MON . TUES . WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES . May 30 - June 5 . The Clandestine Marriage , & The Sergeant's Wife . The Hero of the North , & The Slave . Queen Mary Stuart , a Concert , Pong Wong , & The ...
... perhaps have the more weight . SAT . MON . TUES . WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES . May 30 - June 5 . The Clandestine Marriage , & The Sergeant's Wife . The Hero of the North , & The Slave . Queen Mary Stuart , a Concert , Pong Wong , & The ...
Common terms and phrases
ain true love appear auld beautiful better Boabdil called character Charles Kemble church clan Mackay Cravat cuckoo dark death delightful Edinburgh Review Editor English engraved eyes fair favour feel frae French friends genius ginal give Glasgow Greenock hand happy heard heart heaven honour hope Innerleithen interesting Italy King lady Lady Morgan land language light living London look Lord Lord Byron Madame Vestris manner ment mind Miss nature never night o'er once original painted person pleasure poem poet poetry possess present racter readers remarkable respect round scarcely scene Scotland Scottish seems seen sing Sir Walter Scott smile song soul spirit story style sweet talent taste Theatre thee thing Thomas Hood thou thought tion truth volume whole words write young
Popular passages
Page 131 - That make the meadows green ; and, pour'd round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun. The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 131 - She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. 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 131 - 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 131 - 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 131 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Page 131 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 131 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements; To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 131 - 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 16 - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Page 225 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!