The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, Bind 5Ballantyne, 1831 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... round a social hearth , Stern age grew warm before his cordial mirth ; And his proud mother , proud she well might be ! Did bless the happy hour that gave him birth ; And his deep love , and wit like lightning free , Tamed proud hearts ...
... round a social hearth , Stern age grew warm before his cordial mirth ; And his proud mother , proud she well might be ! Did bless the happy hour that gave him birth ; And his deep love , and wit like lightning free , Tamed proud hearts ...
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... round her parents had affected her too ; it seemed as if she had felt the full weight of their misfortunes , almost before she could have known what misfortune was . She smiled sometimes , but very faintly ; yet it was a lovely smile ...
... round her parents had affected her too ; it seemed as if she had felt the full weight of their misfortunes , almost before she could have known what misfortune was . She smiled sometimes , but very faintly ; yet it was a lovely smile ...
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... round of beef and greens Encircled by a band o ' freens , Losers and winners . " I mind that on the Calton Hill , I lang hae stood and laugh'd my fill , Till shook my shanks , To see the schoolboys at their play , And far too short my ...
... round of beef and greens Encircled by a band o ' freens , Losers and winners . " I mind that on the Calton Hill , I lang hae stood and laugh'd my fill , Till shook my shanks , To see the schoolboys at their play , And far too short my ...
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... round my path her golden fetters wove , And in her maddening chase my soul forgot its early love ! It was a feverish dream , to think , for vanity and gold , My peace of mind for ever should be rashly , basely sold ; That I should stake ...
... round my path her golden fetters wove , And in her maddening chase my soul forgot its early love ! It was a feverish dream , to think , for vanity and gold , My peace of mind for ever should be rashly , basely sold ; That I should stake ...
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... round about her , only she asked to be led to Walter's grave ; and they took her up to the lonely spot , and showed her a head - stone they had board . The poor girl had gone all alone to her lover's grave , and she dug up the spot with ...
... round about her , only she asked to be led to Walter's grave ; and they took her up to the lonely spot , and showed her a head - stone they had board . The poor girl had gone all alone to her lover's grave , and she dug up the spot with ...
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Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...