The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, المجلد 4Ballantyne, 1830 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... ( Miss ) Stanzas MALCOLM , ( JOHN ) A Day at Roslin The Music of Night The Cureless Sorrow Winter On the Funeral of a Military Friend A Christmas Reverie MAYNE , ( W. ) To a Stranded Ship MACDONALD , ( LAURENCE ) TO Stanzas Sonnet ...
... ( Miss ) Stanzas MALCOLM , ( JOHN ) A Day at Roslin The Music of Night The Cureless Sorrow Winter On the Funeral of a Military Friend A Christmas Reverie MAYNE , ( W. ) To a Stranded Ship MACDONALD , ( LAURENCE ) TO Stanzas Sonnet ...
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... miss the sweet glint o ' Thy bonnie black ee , I'll kiss where the print o ' Thy footsteps should be . II . ' Twas a night fu ' o ' gloom , ' Twas dark and ' twas late , But he promised to come , And I promised to wait ; I dress'd at ...
... miss the sweet glint o ' Thy bonnie black ee , I'll kiss where the print o ' Thy footsteps should be . II . ' Twas a night fu ' o ' gloom , ' Twas dark and ' twas late , But he promised to come , And I promised to wait ; I dress'd at ...
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... Miss Kemble's benefit on Saturday last . We were not present ; but Miss Kemble's performance of Euphrasia , in the " Gre- cian Daughter " seems generally to have been considered one of her most successful efforts . Our opinions with ...
... Miss Kemble's benefit on Saturday last . We were not present ; but Miss Kemble's performance of Euphrasia , in the " Gre- cian Daughter " seems generally to have been considered one of her most successful efforts . Our opinions with ...
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... Miss Kemble , though in a different and more subdued style , is one of the most striking likenesses we ever remember to have seen achieved by this art . They have been finished in an ama- zingly short time , and in every way reflect the ...
... Miss Kemble , though in a different and more subdued style , is one of the most striking likenesses we ever remember to have seen achieved by this art . They have been finished in an ama- zingly short time , and in every way reflect the ...
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... MISS MITFORD . " I never saw you in my life , and what is more strange , I never heard you spoken of ; though , doubtless , many have done justice and paid homage to your talents ; but it so chances that with these persons I have never ...
... MISS MITFORD . " I never saw you in my life , and what is more strange , I never heard you spoken of ; though , doubtless , many have done justice and paid homage to your talents ; but it so chances that with these persons I have never ...
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الصفحة 167 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between : There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat, Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds At loop-holes cut through thickest shade...
الصفحة 286 - Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
الصفحة 100 - THERE is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing ; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating City — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream...
الصفحة 286 - She smiled on many just for fun, — I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first, — the only one, Her heart had thought of for a minute. I knew it; for she told me so, In phrase which was divinely moulded; She wrote a charming hand, — and oh! How sweetly all her notes were folded! Our love was like most other loves; — A little glow, a little shiver, 90 A rose-bud, and a pair of gloves, And 'Fly not yet...
الصفحة 286 - And lord lieutenant of the county. But titles and the three per cents, And mortgages, and great relations, And India bonds, and tithes and rents, Oh! what are they to love's sensations? Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks, Such wealth, such honors, Cupid chooses; He cares as little for the stocks, As Baron Rothschild for the Muses.
الصفحة 71 - Such a medley of contradictions, and, at the same time, such an individual consistency, were never united in the same character. A royalist, a republican, and an emperor; a Mohammedan, a Catholic, and a patron of the synagogue ; a subaltern...
الصفحة 286 - Well filled with all an album's glories ; Paintings of butterflies and Rome ; Patterns for...
الصفحة 306 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
الصفحة 286 - — upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted. We parted ; months and years rolled by...
الصفحة 286 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.