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Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... side of his father's fire in the winter evenings , wrote some of the sweetest of his Scottish songs . These were shown to Cromek , when in Dumfries , by a relative of the bard ; but they found no favour in the eyes of the collector of ...
... side of his father's fire in the winter evenings , wrote some of the sweetest of his Scottish songs . These were shown to Cromek , when in Dumfries , by a relative of the bard ; but they found no favour in the eyes of the collector of ...
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... sides . The fatness of the once thin man , and the thin- ness of the once fat man , -the wig , where wigs were for- merly ... side of the throne , the other hand being reserved for action — action — action . With this hand he begins his ...
... sides . The fatness of the once thin man , and the thin- ness of the once fat man , -the wig , where wigs were for- merly ... side of the throne , the other hand being reserved for action — action — action . With this hand he begins his ...
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... side , in one or two known antiquity- " The frog cam to the myl dur , ” — and of " A most strange weddinge of instances , by taking in too much , ) it excludes all tedious another , printed in 1580 , - disquisitions , whether historical ...
... side , in one or two known antiquity- " The frog cam to the myl dur , ” — and of " A most strange weddinge of instances , by taking in too much , ) it excludes all tedious another , printed in 1580 , - disquisitions , whether historical ...
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... side . Then , out sings he : Oh , gie me my supper , my hinnie , my heart , Oh , gie me my supper , my ain true love ; Remember the promise that you and I made , Doun i ' the meadow , where we twa met . ' 6 Hout ! ' quo ' the dauchter ...
... side . Then , out sings he : Oh , gie me my supper , my hinnie , my heart , Oh , gie me my supper , my ain true love ; Remember the promise that you and I made , Doun i ' the meadow , where we twa met . ' 6 Hout ! ' quo ' the dauchter ...
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... side , than the world at our feet . One sigh of thy sorrow , one look of thy love , Shall turn me or fix , shall reward or reprove ; And the heartless may wonder at all we resign , - Thy lip shall reply not to them — but to mine . SONG ...
... side , than the world at our feet . One sigh of thy sorrow , one look of thy love , Shall turn me or fix , shall reward or reprove ; And the heartless may wonder at all we resign , - Thy lip shall reply not to them — but to mine . SONG ...
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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.