The Edinburgh literary journal; or, Weekly register of criticism and belles lettres, المجلد 21829 |
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... Hope 389 362 Poems 13 81 Song ib . 433 13 414 212 117 111 249 69 Affairs of the Scottish Academy Forest's Statues Greenshield's Jolly Beggars Mr Campbell's Statuary Mr Macdonald's Statues Mr Marshall's Exhibition News of our Edinburgh ...
... Hope 389 362 Poems 13 81 Song ib . 433 13 414 212 117 111 249 69 Affairs of the Scottish Academy Forest's Statues Greenshield's Jolly Beggars Mr Campbell's Statuary Mr Macdonald's Statues Mr Marshall's Exhibition News of our Edinburgh ...
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... hope , at some future period , to be able to reunite it to the mass from which it has been shivered . Even to this class , the work may possibly not yet appear so valuable as it will hereafter prove , when eked out by the selections ...
... hope , at some future period , to be able to reunite it to the mass from which it has been shivered . Even to this class , the work may possibly not yet appear so valuable as it will hereafter prove , when eked out by the selections ...
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... hope of a blessed immortality . Who , in- deed , is there that would not gladly make the exchange , if he lived only for himself , and were to leave none who stood in need of him , no eyes to weep at his departure , no hearts to ache ...
... hope of a blessed immortality . Who , in- deed , is there that would not gladly make the exchange , if he lived only for himself , and were to leave none who stood in need of him , no eyes to weep at his departure , no hearts to ache ...
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... in the poet : he does not , like Milton's sirens , " with voluptuous hope dissolve , " but he more than realizes our expectations , and he bounds them WEEKLY REGISTER OF CRITICISM AND BELLES LETTRES . 11 Souvenir, The Literary 274.
... in the poet : he does not , like Milton's sirens , " with voluptuous hope dissolve , " but he more than realizes our expectations , and he bounds them WEEKLY REGISTER OF CRITICISM AND BELLES LETTRES . 11 Souvenir, The Literary 274.
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... Hope's coming years , I turn to the truth and the sweetness of this ! Such in life's lonely walk , is a delicate deed ; Its music breathes forth in a desolate hour , Surpassing the nightingale's voice in its meed , Which more sweetly ...
... Hope's coming years , I turn to the truth and the sweetness of this ! Such in life's lonely walk , is a delicate deed ; Its music breathes forth in a desolate hour , Surpassing the nightingale's voice in its meed , Which more sweetly ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 16 - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
الصفحة 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!