The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volumen2Ballantyne, 1829 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... Nights of St Albans " will not yield to the most consummate trash that ever issued from the Minerva Press ; but ... night- ravens shrieked : toads croaked , and adders hissed : the ground was strewed with loathsome reptiles of all ...
... Nights of St Albans " will not yield to the most consummate trash that ever issued from the Minerva Press ; but ... night- ravens shrieked : toads croaked , and adders hissed : the ground was strewed with loathsome reptiles of all ...
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... night , and all of them while unattended . Not many days after the alarm first arose , a poor wo- man arrested a physician in the street , and desired to confer with him a brief space . He at first shook her off , saying he was at ...
... night , and all of them while unattended . Not many days after the alarm first arose , a poor wo- man arrested a physician in the street , and desired to confer with him a brief space . He at first shook her off , saying he was at ...
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... night to visit Edinburgh or Dublin ! It is quite im- possible that Sontag can be such an idiot . The house here , at the fullest , does not hold one - half the sum ; and were she to ask £ 20 per night , she would be asking a great deal ...
... night to visit Edinburgh or Dublin ! It is quite im- possible that Sontag can be such an idiot . The house here , at the fullest , does not hold one - half the sum ; and were she to ask £ 20 per night , she would be asking a great deal ...
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... night - bird's hideous cry Was mingled with the warning sky ; Heard was the distant torrent's dash , Seen was the lightning's dark red flash , As it gleam'd on the stormy cloud ; Heard was the troubled ocean's roar , As its wild waves ...
... night - bird's hideous cry Was mingled with the warning sky ; Heard was the distant torrent's dash , Seen was the lightning's dark red flash , As it gleam'd on the stormy cloud ; Heard was the troubled ocean's roar , As its wild waves ...
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... night could be expanded to such a width as to cover a whole army . The world , which is too apt to judge of men with a mere reference to their origin and early history , is seldom liberal enough to suppose , in the case of a man exalted ...
... night could be expanded to such a width as to cover a whole army . The world , which is too apt to judge of men with a mere reference to their origin and early history , is seldom liberal enough to suppose , in the case of a man exalted ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 16 - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Página 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!