The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 4Ballantyne, 1830 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |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 4
... never flourished in Edinburgh . Among such a body of literati the Encyclopædia has had its origin , and in it we can trace their peculiarities both good and bad . We speak decidedly of the Encyclopædia now publishing , because ...
... never flourished in Edinburgh . Among such a body of literati the Encyclopædia has had its origin , and in it we can trace their peculiarities both good and bad . We speak decidedly of the Encyclopædia now publishing , because ...
Page 8
... never our study , we hold to - day a jubilee , and we shall give free steered before . We have fished all night off the north- scope to whatsoever mood of mind may present itself . east point of Inchkeith , and found our boat in the ...
... never our study , we hold to - day a jubilee , and we shall give free steered before . We have fished all night off the north- scope to whatsoever mood of mind may present itself . east point of Inchkeith , and found our boat in the ...
Page 10
... never wast wet with the dew of even , And thou never wast fann'd by the breeze of heaven . Branch of Roses , bending low , Near a head with sorrow aching ; Cease thy useless sweets to throw Around a heart with anguish breaking : THE ...
... never wast wet with the dew of even , And thou never wast fann'd by the breeze of heaven . Branch of Roses , bending low , Near a head with sorrow aching ; Cease thy useless sweets to throw Around a heart with anguish breaking : THE ...
Page 14
... never could alter my heart When sickness and sorrow assail'd thee , Oh ! found you not still by your side The arm that has never yet fail'd thee , That would shield thee whatever betide ? There was not a dark frown of fate That I fear'd ...
... never could alter my heart When sickness and sorrow assail'd thee , Oh ! found you not still by your side The arm that has never yet fail'd thee , That would shield thee whatever betide ? There was not a dark frown of fate That I fear'd ...
Page 25
... never greatly celebrated ; and here , too , the sort of antique Cockneyism of his diction militates much against the natural warmth of his feelings and liveliness of his imagination . We have no doubt that Charles Lamb is an amiable man ...
... never greatly celebrated ; and here , too , the sort of antique Cockneyism of his diction militates much against the natural warmth of his feelings and liveliness of his imagination . We have no doubt that Charles Lamb is an amiable man ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
amusing appear barley bree beautiful Buondelmonti called character Charles Kemble CHIT-CHAT court Covent Garden dark Descartes dream Drury Lane earth Edinburgh Review EDITOR England English engraved eyes fair favour feeling frae France French gentleman give Glasgow hand happy hath head heart Henry Constable honour hour India interest John King lady Lady Morgan land late letter light live London look Lord Byron manner ment mind Miss moral morning nature Netherlands never night o'er once opinion passed person poem poet poetry possessed present published racter readers remarks respect scene Scotland seems Sir Walter Scott smile society song soul spirit Staps style sweet talents theatre thee thing thou thought tion truth volume whole words writing young
Popular passages
Page 167 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between : There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat, Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds At loop-holes cut through thickest shade...
Page 286 - Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Page 100 - THERE is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing ; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating City — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream...
Page 286 - She smiled on many just for fun, — I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first, — the only one, Her heart had thought of for a minute. I knew it; for she told me so, In phrase which was divinely moulded; She wrote a charming hand, — and oh! How sweetly all her notes were folded! Our love was like most other loves; — A little glow, a little shiver, 90 A rose-bud, and a pair of gloves, And 'Fly not yet...
Page 286 - And lord lieutenant of the county. But titles and the three per cents, And mortgages, and great relations, And India bonds, and tithes and rents, Oh! what are they to love's sensations? Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks, Such wealth, such honors, Cupid chooses; He cares as little for the stocks, As Baron Rothschild for the Muses.
Page 71 - Such a medley of contradictions, and, at the same time, such an individual consistency, were never united in the same character. A royalist, a republican, and an emperor; a Mohammedan, a Catholic, and a patron of the synagogue ; a subaltern...
Page 286 - Well filled with all an album's glories ; Paintings of butterflies and Rome ; Patterns for...
Page 306 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 286 - — upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted. We parted ; months and years rolled by...
Page 286 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.