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Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, المجلد 2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... never run another . This dog was perhaps the fleetest of his race that ever ran , and , like the Flying Childers , which was the swiftest of horses , may never be outstripped in rapidity of move- ments . " - Pp . 109 , 110 . One of the ...
... never run another . This dog was perhaps the fleetest of his race that ever ran , and , like the Flying Childers , which was the swiftest of horses , may never be outstripped in rapidity of move- ments . " - Pp . 109 , 110 . One of the ...
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... never before been pub- lished . - Ed . LIT. JOUR . ] THE gift I have reserved for thee May well , dear girl , my emblem be ; For , ere my heart had bled to know The ills that wait on all below , Life's book its fairest leaves display'd ...
... never before been pub- lished . - Ed . LIT. JOUR . ] THE gift I have reserved for thee May well , dear girl , my emblem be ; For , ere my heart had bled to know The ills that wait on all below , Life's book its fairest leaves display'd ...
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... never hitherto been surmised . ORIGINAL POETRY . STANZAS . From " Eldred of Erin , or the Solitary ; " a MS . Poem by Charles Doyne Sillery , Author of " Vallery , or the Citadel of the Lake . ” TELL me , ye midnight voices , where are ...
... never hitherto been surmised . ORIGINAL POETRY . STANZAS . From " Eldred of Erin , or the Solitary ; " a MS . Poem by Charles Doyne Sillery , Author of " Vallery , or the Citadel of the Lake . ” TELL me , ye midnight voices , where are ...
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... never grew , but. Contemporaries , -The Reformers and their Successors , -The Divines of the Restoration and Revolution , -and Modern Writers , " embrace a great deal of useful and pleasantly written biographical sketches . The arrange ...
... never grew , but. Contemporaries , -The Reformers and their Successors , -The Divines of the Restoration and Revolution , -and Modern Writers , " embrace a great deal of useful and pleasantly written biographical sketches . The arrange ...
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... never grew , but where , as old survey any with so much attention . Satchells very appropriately says , Had heather - bells been corn of the best , The Buccleuch mill would have had a noble grist . A single serious look at a scene ...
... never grew , but where , as old survey any with so much attention . Satchells very appropriately says , Had heather - bells been corn of the best , The Buccleuch mill would have had a noble grist . A single serious look at a scene ...
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الصفحة 131 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
الصفحة 131 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder and grow sick at heart — Go forth under the open sky and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around, Earth and her waters, and the depths of air, Comes a still voice...
الصفحة 131 - 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 - 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 79 - Evidence of the Truth of the Christian Religion derived from the Literal Fulfilment of Prophecy, particularly as Illustrated by the History of the Jews, and the Discoveries of Recent Travellers.
الصفحة 131 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
الصفحة 132 - There through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale close beside my cell; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming-bird.
الصفحة 132 - And what if cheerful shouts at noon Come, from the village sent, Or songs of maids, beneath the moon With fairy laughter blent ? And what if, in the evening light, Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument ? I would the lovely scene around Might know no sadder sight nor sound.
الصفحة 18 - I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee ; Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak had power to move thee : But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be loved by none.
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. And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray, On the leaping waters and gay young isles ; Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.