The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, المجلد 2Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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الصفحة 79
Then the soft soothing of the twiin any of the Annuals an engraving we admired
more ; it light - hour - when the bee is asleep in his honied cell , and is redolent of
all the fine genius of Wilkie , and all the the imperial butterfly rests on the bosom ...
Then the soft soothing of the twiin any of the Annuals an engraving we admired
more ; it light - hour - when the bee is asleep in his honied cell , and is redolent of
all the fine genius of Wilkie , and all the the imperial butterfly rests on the bosom ...
الصفحة 95
That hour ' twas taken from thy brow , Every female whom he met on the street ,
especially if at Our hearts with rapture gushing ; all good looking , he gazed at
with an enquiring , anxious O ! every word , and every look , expression ; and
when ...
That hour ' twas taken from thy brow , Every female whom he met on the street ,
especially if at Our hearts with rapture gushing ; all good looking , he gazed at
with an enquiring , anxious O ! every word , and every look , expression ; and
when ...
الصفحة 103
But the hour of sor - | with historical compositions ; and there can be no doubt row
was at hand . One day , in the month of July 1789 , that portraits that give the form
and the soul of the poets , while finishing the portrait of the Marchioness of ...
But the hour of sor - | with historical compositions ; and there can be no doubt row
was at hand . One day , in the month of July 1789 , that portraits that give the form
and the soul of the poets , while finishing the portrait of the Marchioness of ...
الصفحة 205
I saw him two hours after this : the should then be squirted against each ear . ...
1829 . keep Hortator ' s eyes clean for one quarter of an hour ; there is a natural
foulness about them , which the “ mul · Ax immense quantity of drivel has found
its ...
I saw him two hours after this : the should then be squirted against each ear . ...
1829 . keep Hortator ' s eyes clean for one quarter of an hour ; there is a natural
foulness about them , which the “ mul · Ax immense quantity of drivel has found
its ...
الصفحة 258
Has toll ' d the night - hour heavily ; the hearth What wouldst thou with a past that
knew thee not ? ... speak of them , that , in those coming years , Its closing , with
the wan and bony hand When youthful hours rise up within the mind , Raised like
...
Has toll ' d the night - hour heavily ; the hearth What wouldst thou with a past that
knew thee not ? ... speak of them , that , in those coming years , Its closing , with
the wan and bony hand When youthful hours rise up within the mind , Raised like
...
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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!