Contributions to the Edinburgh Review by Francis Jeffrey, Том 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1846 |
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... spirits which seemed to be laid for ever , still to draw a tear of pity , or a throb of admiration , from the hearts of a forgetful gene- ration . The body of their poetry , probably , can never be revived ; but some sparks of its spirit ...
... spirits which seemed to be laid for ever , still to draw a tear of pity , or a throb of admiration , from the hearts of a forgetful gene- ration . The body of their poetry , probably , can never be revived ; but some sparks of its spirit ...
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... spirit . " His first and long - continued predilection , was attracted by the new and allegorical style of romance , which had sprung up , in France , in the thirteenth century , under William de Lorris . We find him , accordingly ...
... spirit . " His first and long - continued predilection , was attracted by the new and allegorical style of romance , which had sprung up , in France , in the thirteenth century , under William de Lorris . We find him , accordingly ...
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... spirit infused itself into the practical heroism of the age ; and some of the worthies of that period seem less like ordinary men , than like beings called forth out of fiction , and arrayed in the brightness of her dreams . VOL . II ...
... spirit infused itself into the practical heroism of the age ; and some of the worthies of that period seem less like ordinary men , than like beings called forth out of fiction , and arrayed in the brightness of her dreams . VOL . II ...
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... of poetry that could be pronounced an exclusive model for every composer ? His pauses have little variety , and his phrases are too much weighed in the balance of antithesis . But let us HIS ACCOUNT OF HALL . 23 look to the spirit.
... of poetry that could be pronounced an exclusive model for every composer ? His pauses have little variety , and his phrases are too much weighed in the balance of antithesis . But let us HIS ACCOUNT OF HALL . 23 look to the spirit.
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Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey. HIS ACCOUNT OF HALL . 23 look to the spirit that points his antithesis , and to the rapid precision of his thoughts , and we shall forgive him for being too antithetic and sententious . - p . 259–262 . And ...
Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey. HIS ACCOUNT OF HALL . 23 look to the spirit that points his antithesis , and to the rapid precision of his thoughts , and we shall forgive him for being too antithetic and sententious . - p . 259–262 . And ...
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Стр. 437 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 370 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 77 - Would he were fatter: — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Стр. 369 - 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...
Стр. 372 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Стр. 437 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Стр. 437 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Стр. 372 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Стр. 156 - Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Стр. 156 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; Wi...