The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, المجلد 2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... observation of the owner of the dog just men- tioned . One of the magistrates of Harbour - Grace had an old animal of this kind , which was in the habit of carrying a lantern before his master at night , as steadily as the most ...
... observation of the owner of the dog just men- tioned . One of the magistrates of Harbour - Grace had an old animal of this kind , which was in the habit of carrying a lantern before his master at night , as steadily as the most ...
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... observation , which is perhaps worth stating : -In his early youth , the dog to which we allude had been called Hector , but passing into the possession of a new master , he was re - baptised Nero . He soon got not only reconciled to ...
... observation , which is perhaps worth stating : -In his early youth , the dog to which we allude had been called Hector , but passing into the possession of a new master , he was re - baptised Nero . He soon got not only reconciled to ...
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... observe that , according to a suggestion made in our last , Madame Caradori is to appear in an ope- ratic character this evening , having undertaken to perform Polly in the " Beggar's Opera , " - an arduous task for a foreigner , but ...
... observe that , according to a suggestion made in our last , Madame Caradori is to appear in an ope- ratic character this evening , having undertaken to perform Polly in the " Beggar's Opera , " - an arduous task for a foreigner , but ...
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... observe no omissions of any consequence , we scruple not to say , that , in many in- stances , we find better versions of our popular ballads than we have met with any where else . We may conclude , therefore , as we began , by ...
... observe no omissions of any consequence , we scruple not to say , that , in many in- stances , we find better versions of our popular ballads than we have met with any where else . We may conclude , therefore , as we began , by ...
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... observation , that nothing can be sillier than the common and specious morsel of morality , so dogmatically levelled against the pleasures of the table , that they are short - lived , and pe- rish in the using . I should be glad to know ...
... observation , that nothing can be sillier than the common and specious morsel of morality , so dogmatically levelled against the pleasures of the table , that they are short - lived , and pe- rish in the using . I should be glad to know ...
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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!