The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 4Ballantyne, 1830 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... thought we had pushed back the surface of a mighty churchyard , and were gazing at a busy world of death , which ... thoughts and actions are not like unto their thoughts and actions . Respectable gentlemen of fifty generally inform us ...
... thought we had pushed back the surface of a mighty churchyard , and were gazing at a busy world of death , which ... thoughts and actions are not like unto their thoughts and actions . Respectable gentlemen of fifty generally inform us ...
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... thought , as Wordsworth says of daisies , " when such is wanted : " TO A BRANCH OF ROSES BLOOMING IN A FLOWER - POT . By the Rev. James Proudfoot of Culter . Branch of Roses , bending low , O'er the page before me lying ; Where got thou ...
... thought , as Wordsworth says of daisies , " when such is wanted : " TO A BRANCH OF ROSES BLOOMING IN A FLOWER - POT . By the Rev. James Proudfoot of Culter . Branch of Roses , bending low , O'er the page before me lying ; Where got thou ...
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... thought Of such deformity ! In the green valley of a certain mountain range , stands , or stood , the cottage of that most formidable of all cha- racters , a reputed witch . Never shall I forget the occa- sion which brought me into ...
... thought Of such deformity ! In the green valley of a certain mountain range , stands , or stood , the cottage of that most formidable of all cha- racters , a reputed witch . Never shall I forget the occa- sion which brought me into ...
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... thought on The drift and the snow ; At last a wee tappie Was heard at the door , My heart play'd pit - pattie , I flew to the bar . ' Tis something uncannie , " I said , and withdrew ; A voice cried ' twas Johnnie , And what could I do ...
... thought on The drift and the snow ; At last a wee tappie Was heard at the door , My heart play'd pit - pattie , I flew to the bar . ' Tis something uncannie , " I said , and withdrew ; A voice cried ' twas Johnnie , And what could I do ...
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... thought is thrown Forth from thy glowing heart ! Yet would thou wert where softly falls On flower the evening light , -- On the dim , deep streams , on the cottage walls , With the woodbine trail'd and bright ! Thy steps should be where ...
... thought is thrown Forth from thy glowing heart ! Yet would thou wert where softly falls On flower the evening light , -- On the dim , deep streams , on the cottage walls , With the woodbine trail'd and bright ! Thy steps should be where ...
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Page 167 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between : There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat, Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds At loop-holes cut through thickest shade...
Page 286 - Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Page 100 - THERE is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing ; and the salt sea-weed Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating City — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream...
Page 286 - She smiled on many just for fun, — I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first, — the only one, Her heart had thought of for a minute. I knew it; for she told me so, In phrase which was divinely moulded; She wrote a charming hand, — and oh! How sweetly all her notes were folded! Our love was like most other loves; — A little glow, a little shiver, 90 A rose-bud, and a pair of gloves, And 'Fly not yet...
Page 286 - And lord lieutenant of the county. But titles and the three per cents, And mortgages, and great relations, And India bonds, and tithes and rents, Oh! what are they to love's sensations? Black eyes, fair forehead, clustering locks, Such wealth, such honors, Cupid chooses; He cares as little for the stocks, As Baron Rothschild for the Muses.
Page 71 - Such a medley of contradictions, and, at the same time, such an individual consistency, were never united in the same character. A royalist, a republican, and an emperor; a Mohammedan, a Catholic, and a patron of the synagogue ; a subaltern...
Page 286 - Well filled with all an album's glories ; Paintings of butterflies and Rome ; Patterns for...
Page 306 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 286 - — upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted. We parted ; months and years rolled by...
Page 286 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.