The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... beautiful manner : — of forays , and rencounters , and petty engagements , and small military expeditions , which it describes . Some of these are highly interesting and full of romance , and as the work proceeds the operations become ...
... beautiful manner : — of forays , and rencounters , and petty engagements , and small military expeditions , which it describes . Some of these are highly interesting and full of romance , and as the work proceeds the operations become ...
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... beautiful imagery of the Hind and Panther , must have been fostered with parental care . St Pierre copied his Paul and Virginia nine times , that he might render it the more perfect . Rousseau exhibited the utmost coxcombry of affection ...
... beautiful imagery of the Hind and Panther , must have been fostered with parental care . St Pierre copied his Paul and Virginia nine times , that he might render it the more perfect . Rousseau exhibited the utmost coxcombry of affection ...
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... beautiful . I give the following merit , as the pages of the LITERARY JOURNAL attest , and , version of it from the recitation of an old nurse in Annan- besides , deeply imbued with a love for every thing Scot- tish , especially for ...
... beautiful . I give the following merit , as the pages of the LITERARY JOURNAL attest , and , version of it from the recitation of an old nurse in Annan- besides , deeply imbued with a love for every thing Scot- tish , especially for ...
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... beautiful in ter ? -Hout ! ' says the lassie , it's naething but a filthy padda ! Open the door , ' says the mother , to the puir padda . ' Sae the lassie opened the door , and the padda cam loup - loup - loupin in , and sat doun by the ...
... beautiful in ter ? -Hout ! ' says the lassie , it's naething but a filthy padda ! Open the door , ' says the mother , to the puir padda . ' Sae the lassie opened the door , and the padda cam loup - loup - loupin in , and sat doun by the ...
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... beautiful song - beautiful for both its amatory and its patriotic sentiment - seems to have been composed by Burns during the period when he was courting the lady who afterwards became his wife . The present generation is much ...
... beautiful song - beautiful for both its amatory and its patriotic sentiment - seems to have been composed by Burns during the period when he was courting the lady who afterwards became his wife . The present generation is much ...
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Page 131 - 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 131 - 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 131 - 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 - 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 79 - Evidence of the Truth of the Christian Religion derived from the Literal Fulfilment of Prophecy, particularly as Illustrated by the History of the Jews, and the Discoveries of Recent Travellers.
Page 131 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 132 - There through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale close beside my cell; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming-bird.
Page 132 - 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 18 - 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.
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. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray, On the leaping waters and gay young isles ; Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.