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of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Volume 4Ballantyne, 1830 - Great Britain Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... rest having crumbled away into dust , and evaporated into air . We have listened till we heard in some upper story , or along some broken gal- lery , the creaking and the slamming of a door opened or shut by some unknown agency ...
... rest having crumbled away into dust , and evaporated into air . We have listened till we heard in some upper story , or along some broken gal- lery , the creaking and the slamming of a door opened or shut by some unknown agency ...
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... rest the timid deer ; The spirit dove his mate may bring , To woo in tranquil safety here ; Far in the lonely wilds to prove The rapture and the truth of love ! The desert spring ! the desert spring ! Oh , that it were but mine to share ...
... rest the timid deer ; The spirit dove his mate may bring , To woo in tranquil safety here ; Far in the lonely wilds to prove The rapture and the truth of love ! The desert spring ! the desert spring ! Oh , that it were but mine to share ...
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... rest , vanish too ? Oh , no ! ' tis the slanderer's spite ; What thou wert thou wilt still be to me- Thou couldst not so cruelly blight The bosom that beats but for thee ! R. L. Our concluding communication comes from an anony mous ...
... rest , vanish too ? Oh , no ! ' tis the slanderer's spite ; What thou wert thou wilt still be to me- Thou couldst not so cruelly blight The bosom that beats but for thee ! R. L. Our concluding communication comes from an anony mous ...
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... rests his kingly head , Uncumber'd now with crown or care , Or statesmens ' wile , or suppliant's prayer . How brightly ... rest , Like slumb'ring babe on mother's breast . Pile ye no mausoleum high , Whose cloudy peak may brave the sky ...
... rests his kingly head , Uncumber'd now with crown or care , Or statesmens ' wile , or suppliant's prayer . How brightly ... rest , Like slumb'ring babe on mother's breast . Pile ye no mausoleum high , Whose cloudy peak may brave the sky ...
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... rest got upon kists an ' tables . We pat the fire on the girdle , hung the girdle on the crook in the lum , an ' stuck the lamp upon the wa ' . But the water soon drooned oot the fire , and rose into the bed . I then pat twa chairs i ...
... rest got upon kists an ' tables . We pat the fire on the girdle , hung the girdle on the crook in the lum , an ' stuck the lamp upon the wa ' . But the water soon drooned oot the fire , and rose into the bed . I then pat twa chairs i ...
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