The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Том 5Ballantyne, 1831 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... young frame a - glowing Would now be felt only faint and cold , And not because we are wiser growing , Alas ! the heart is but waxing old . Then bloom'd each fresh and each vernal feeling , Unchill'd - unblighted by shade and shower ...
... young frame a - glowing Would now be felt only faint and cold , And not because we are wiser growing , Alas ! the heart is but waxing old . Then bloom'd each fresh and each vernal feeling , Unchill'd - unblighted by shade and shower ...
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... young lady's husband , a near neighbour of theirs , the first Catholic nobleman in the kingdom , if not the most powerful subject in it ; and this nobleman we shall denominate Earl George , as that was really his Christian name . But ...
... young lady's husband , a near neighbour of theirs , the first Catholic nobleman in the kingdom , if not the most powerful subject in it ; and this nobleman we shall denominate Earl George , as that was really his Christian name . But ...
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... young lady riding on a black palfrey , and clothed also in green , with a veil of green gauze , that hung down to her knee . The earl doffed his velvet bonnet to her , that waved with splendid plumage , and accosted her in courtly ...
... young lady riding on a black palfrey , and clothed also in green , with a veil of green gauze , that hung down to her knee . The earl doffed his velvet bonnet to her , that waved with splendid plumage , and accosted her in courtly ...
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... young . There was always laughter where he went ; even the austere Cameronian unbent his fea- tares at the mention of some of his happy jokes or wild adventures , embellished only by the native wit of the narrator . For miles round , he ...
... young . There was always laughter where he went ; even the austere Cameronian unbent his fea- tares at the mention of some of his happy jokes or wild adventures , embellished only by the native wit of the narrator . For miles round , he ...
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... young again ! and only think what it is to be young ! ' Tis to be unsuspicious , confiding , romantic , joyous ! ' Tis to be full of rosy health , and never - failing spirits ! ' Tis to believe that the world is what it seems , and that ...
... young again ! and only think what it is to be young ! ' Tis to be unsuspicious , confiding , romantic , joyous ! ' Tis to be full of rosy health , and never - failing spirits ! ' Tis to believe that the world is what it seems , and that ...
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Стр. 258 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change ? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange ? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, • That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
Стр. 246 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Стр. 257 - Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing: For why should others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my sportive blood ? Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good ? No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own: I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel; By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown; Unless this general evil they maintain, All men are bad and in their badness reign.
Стр. 326 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest, by slow stream or pebbly spring, Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Стр. 22 - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Стр. 144 - Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee ; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be ; Then for thyself in meekness, A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer's name.
Стр. 258 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Стр. 201 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Стр. 39 - I am the more confirmed in this by having lately gone over some of our classics, particularly Pope, whom I tried in this way, — I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished (I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, harmony, effect, and even Imagination, passion and Invention, between the little Queen Anne's man, and us of the Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace...
Стр. 134 - Of troublous and distress'd mortality, That thus make way unto the ugly birth Of their own sorrows, and do still beget Affliction upon imbecility ; Yet, seeing thus the course of things must run, He looks thereon not strange, but as fore-done. And whilst distraught Ambition compasses And is encompassed ; whilst as Craft deceives And is deceived ; whilst man doth ransack man, And builds on blood, and rises by distress ; And th...