The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 2Ballantyne, 1829 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... Head's ( Geo . ) Forest Scenes Health without Physic Health , Simplicity of Heber , Life of Reginald Heraldry of Crests 300 107 Newspapers , American 384 New Year's Gift ib . Olive Branch 31 Oliver Cromwell 277 Parry's ( Rev. J ...
... Head's ( Geo . ) Forest Scenes Health without Physic Health , Simplicity of Heber , Life of Reginald Heraldry of Crests 300 107 Newspapers , American 384 New Year's Gift ib . Olive Branch 31 Oliver Cromwell 277 Parry's ( Rev. J ...
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... head of his shining ed with this work . The subject is a remarkably happy one ; and its execution is worthy of the best days of chi- valry . The Moors , who , in the time of their greatest glory , reigned masters over all Spain , had ...
... head of his shining ed with this work . The subject is a remarkably happy one ; and its execution is worthy of the best days of chi- valry . The Moors , who , in the time of their greatest glory , reigned masters over all Spain , had ...
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... head over heels , till the heads of the spectators are bedizzened with the whirl : - And some say that we wan , and some say that they wan , And some say that nane wan ava , man ; But of one thing I'm sure , that mid uproar and stour ...
... head over heels , till the heads of the spectators are bedizzened with the whirl : - And some say that we wan , and some say that they wan , And some say that nane wan ava , man ; But of one thing I'm sure , that mid uproar and stour ...
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... head , my hinnie , my heart , Now chap aff my head , my ain true love ; Remember the promise that you and I made , Doun i ' the meadow , where we twa met . ' I'se warrant she wasna lang o ' obeying him in this re- queist ! for , ye ken ...
... head , my hinnie , my heart , Now chap aff my head , my ain true love ; Remember the promise that you and I made , Doun i ' the meadow , where we twa met . ' I'se warrant she wasna lang o ' obeying him in this re- queist ! for , ye ken ...
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... head of the state , and to secure himself , he de- and habits so materially dissimilar to our own , that it is ... heads with one nation or another . The Ottoman Empire is the thunder - cloud of nations - it exists but to explode , and ...
... head of the state , and to secure himself , he de- and habits so materially dissimilar to our own , that it is ... heads with one nation or another . The Ottoman Empire is the thunder - cloud of nations - it exists but to explode , and ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.