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Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Том 5Ballantyne, 1831 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... wish of his boyhood's early enthu- siasm the sobered , but not less ardent , aspiration of ma- turer years had been gratified . He had traversed lands of glorious achievement ; he had been where the great , the good , the wise , the ...
... wish of his boyhood's early enthu- siasm the sobered , but not less ardent , aspiration of ma- turer years had been gratified . He had traversed lands of glorious achievement ; he had been where the great , the good , the wise , the ...
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... wish was to see a son rising by his side into manhood ; nor did he despair of having the wish gratified . It was said his dying com- mands would have given that son much to do . it . Paulina was now thirteen ; but the canker was busy ...
... wish was to see a son rising by his side into manhood ; nor did he despair of having the wish gratified . It was said his dying com- mands would have given that son much to do . it . Paulina was now thirteen ; but the canker was busy ...
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... wish I mightna see your face This hunder year . " What brings ye here , auld gousty carle , Making our banes wi ' aches to dirl , Drawing our tears ? In sooth , your reign we canna thole ; Sae , flee awa ' to your North Pole , Amang ...
... wish I mightna see your face This hunder year . " What brings ye here , auld gousty carle , Making our banes wi ' aches to dirl , Drawing our tears ? In sooth , your reign we canna thole ; Sae , flee awa ' to your North Pole , Amang ...
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... Wishes even fears forsake me ! " " Yet , raise thy head on high , Thou timid , weak immortal ! Thy home's beyond the ... wish , — Joy's sparkling nectar draining , Swift to thy longings rush , — Thy grasp the rose will crush , But leave ...
... Wishes even fears forsake me ! " " Yet , raise thy head on high , Thou timid , weak immortal ! Thy home's beyond the ... wish , — Joy's sparkling nectar draining , Swift to thy longings rush , — Thy grasp the rose will crush , But leave ...
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... wishes the girl to marry that nondescript booby . is dismissed in sore dejection ; we'll follow him . Being a woodcutter ... wish to make this Magazine a vehicle for the general talent of the University . Dialogues on the Rule of Faith ...
... wishes the girl to marry that nondescript booby . is dismissed in sore dejection ; we'll follow him . Being a woodcutter ... wish to make this Magazine a vehicle for the general talent of the University . Dialogues on the Rule of Faith ...
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Стр. 212 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Стр. 257 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
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. 298 - Laud be to God ! — even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land. — But bear me to that chamber ; there I'll lie ; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
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. 39 - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us— Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
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. 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. 61 - Bold and erect the Caledonian stood; Old was his mutton, and his claret good ; Let him drink port, the English statesman cried— He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
Стр. 238 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...