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Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, المجلد 2Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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These consist principally in the rejection of the lines formerly used , by which means we are enabled to add materially both to the breadth and length of our columns , and to give , we think , a lighter and less monotonous air to our ...
These consist principally in the rejection of the lines formerly used , by which means we are enabled to add materially both to the breadth and length of our columns , and to give , we think , a lighter and less monotonous air to our ...
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66 A good number of our readers will , in all probability , give us small thanks for dwelling so long on this subject . ... and we now turn to that view of the work in which all take an interest - the picture it gives us of the age .
66 A good number of our readers will , in all probability , give us small thanks for dwelling so long on this subject . ... and we now turn to that view of the work in which all take an interest - the picture it gives us of the age .
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66 WHEN Pierre says that he is " a friend to dogs , " he gives for his reason , that they are " honest creatures . ... And , on the other hand , give speech to dogs , and thus enable them to form themselves into communities , and we see ...
66 WHEN Pierre says that he is " a friend to dogs , " he gives for his reason , that they are " honest creatures . ... And , on the other hand , give speech to dogs , and thus enable them to form themselves into communities , and we see ...
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I give this as I have heard it related by the country people ; for though I knew Mr Walter Steel well enough , I cannot say I ever heard it from his own mouth . I never entertained any doubt , however , of the truth of the relation ...
I give this as I have heard it related by the country people ; for though I knew Mr Walter Steel well enough , I cannot say I ever heard it from his own mouth . I never entertained any doubt , however , of the truth of the relation ...
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It is partly in recitative , and partly in verse , and the air to which the poetry is sung is extremely beautiful . I give the following version of it from the recitation of an old nurse in Annandale . By way of introduction , we are ...
It is partly in recitative , and partly in verse , and the air to which the poetry is sung is extremely beautiful . I give the following version of it from the recitation of an old nurse in Annandale . By way of introduction , we are ...
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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!