The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Band 5Ballantyne, 1831 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... round a social hearth , Stern age grew warm before his cordial mirth ; And his proud mother , proud she well might be ! Did bless the happy hour that gave him birth ; And his deep love , and wit like lightning free , Tamed proud hearts ...
... round a social hearth , Stern age grew warm before his cordial mirth ; And his proud mother , proud she well might be ! Did bless the happy hour that gave him birth ; And his deep love , and wit like lightning free , Tamed proud hearts ...
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... round her parents had affected her too ; it seemed as if she had felt the full weight of their misfortunes , almost before she could have known what misfortune was . She smiled sometimes , but very faintly ; yet it was a lovely smile ...
... round her parents had affected her too ; it seemed as if she had felt the full weight of their misfortunes , almost before she could have known what misfortune was . She smiled sometimes , but very faintly ; yet it was a lovely smile ...
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... round of beef and greens Encircled by a band o ' freens , Losers and winners . " I mind that on the Calton Hill , I lang hae stood and laugh'd my fill , Till shook my shanks , To see the schoolboys at their play , And far too short my ...
... round of beef and greens Encircled by a band o ' freens , Losers and winners . " I mind that on the Calton Hill , I lang hae stood and laugh'd my fill , Till shook my shanks , To see the schoolboys at their play , And far too short my ...
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... round me and I start to think I live : One hope alone gives happiness to him , the false of faith- Remorse will play the murderer's part , and bring me welcome death ! GERTRUDE . TERRIBLE TIDINGS TO TERRESTRIAL TRANSGRESSORS . BEING AN ...
... round me and I start to think I live : One hope alone gives happiness to him , the false of faith- Remorse will play the murderer's part , and bring me welcome death ! GERTRUDE . TERRIBLE TIDINGS TO TERRESTRIAL TRANSGRESSORS . BEING AN ...
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... round , he was the pride of every body ; and when on the Sabbath days , in his new plaid , he crossed over the hill to the church at Ettrick , he was always accompanied by a group of both young and old , to whom , by his happy , but not ...
... round , he was the pride of every body ; and when on the Sabbath days , in his new plaid , he crossed over the hill to the church at Ettrick , he was always accompanied by a group of both young and old , to whom , by his happy , but not ...
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Seite 212 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Seite 257 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 326 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest, by slow stream or pebbly spring, Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Seite 298 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Seite 258 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Seite 39 - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us— Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
Seite 257 - Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing: For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own: I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel; By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad and in their badness reign.
Seite 258 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth and where they did proceed...
Seite 61 - Bold and erect the Caledonian stood; Old was his mutton, and his claret good ; Let him drink port, the English statesman cried— He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
Seite 238 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...