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Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, المجلد 2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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الصفحة 23
... death for a soldier ! ) — so , betwixt the bog and the bull's horns , I felt myself betwixt the horns of a dilemma . Alas ! what we suffer for our country ! ( thought I , as I stood cold and wet , without prospect of release ; ) — my ...
... death for a soldier ! ) — so , betwixt the bog and the bull's horns , I felt myself betwixt the horns of a dilemma . Alas ! what we suffer for our country ! ( thought I , as I stood cold and wet , without prospect of release ; ) — my ...
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... death . Yet I have twined the meed of fame This ancient head around , And made the echo of my name A not undreaded sound ; Ay - there are hearts , Italia , yet Within thee , who may not forget Our battle's bloody mound , When thy proud ...
... death . Yet I have twined the meed of fame This ancient head around , And made the echo of my name A not undreaded sound ; Ay - there are hearts , Italia , yet Within thee , who may not forget Our battle's bloody mound , When thy proud ...
الصفحة 37
... deaths , he stopped and lent a patient ear . She told him that on the previ- ous night , having occasion to leave her house , in order to visit a sick neighbour , who lay upon a lonely death - bed in the second flat below her own garret ...
... deaths , he stopped and lent a patient ear . She told him that on the previ- ous night , having occasion to leave her house , in order to visit a sick neighbour , who lay upon a lonely death - bed in the second flat below her own garret ...
الصفحة 38
... Death - Death , who had thus come in his im- personated form , to a city which seemed to have been placed so peculiarly under his dominion , in order to exe- cute his office with the greater promptitude . It was thought , if so ...
... Death - Death , who had thus come in his im- personated form , to a city which seemed to have been placed so peculiarly under his dominion , in order to exe- cute his office with the greater promptitude . It was thought , if so ...
الصفحة 41
... death ; some far away Beyond the billows of the boundless sea , Never to meet but in Eternity ! They are all severed ... death ! no sorrow clouds the tomb ; - How still is death ! no voice breaks on his rest ; - How calm is death ! no ...
... death ; some far away Beyond the billows of the boundless sea , Never to meet but in Eternity ! They are all severed ... death ! no sorrow clouds the tomb ; - How still is death ! no voice breaks on his rest ; - How calm is death ! no ...
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الصفحة 127 - 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 127 - 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 127 - 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 127 - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 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 127 - 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 183 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm south, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
الصفحة 127 - 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 128 - 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 127 - Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being...
الصفحة 16 - 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.