The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles Lettres, 第 5 卷Ballantyne, 1831 Vol. 2 includes "The poet Shelley--his unpublished work, T̀he wandering Jew'" (p. 43-45, [57]-60) |
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... voice which was the organ of mirth , is made to utter the sounds of wailing and complaint . For a time , the mourner is wholly absorbed in the affliction Ir was my bridal morning , and my bride was fair and under which he labours ; he ...
... voice which was the organ of mirth , is made to utter the sounds of wailing and complaint . For a time , the mourner is wholly absorbed in the affliction Ir was my bridal morning , and my bride was fair and under which he labours ; he ...
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... voice singing ; and a turn of the road soon brought in sight a soldier , who seemed to be either travelling home upon furlough , or returning to his regi- ment . When the singer approached nearer , I distinguished the notes of my own ...
... voice singing ; and a turn of the road soon brought in sight a soldier , who seemed to be either travelling home upon furlough , or returning to his regi- ment . When the singer approached nearer , I distinguished the notes of my own ...
第 31 頁
... voice that promise well , and will , we hope , perform so likewise . Of a good deal might have been made of , his style is far too the other minor Harlequinades we can tell nothing but vulgar for our boards . Miss Horncastle will ...
... voice that promise well , and will , we hope , perform so likewise . Of a good deal might have been made of , his style is far too the other minor Harlequinades we can tell nothing but vulgar for our boards . Miss Horncastle will ...
第 32 頁
... voice to me ! Byron . Come , out of charity ! Miss Inverarity ! Be unto me a new spirit of song ! ' Tween thee and Miss Pearson there ' s really no parity ; Russell and Bruce are a cymbal and gong To Miss Inverarity ! Rivals ! -Oh ...
... voice to me ! Byron . Come , out of charity ! Miss Inverarity ! Be unto me a new spirit of song ! ' Tween thee and Miss Pearson there ' s really no parity ; Russell and Bruce are a cymbal and gong To Miss Inverarity ! Rivals ! -Oh ...
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... voices from an unknown world are these wildly - sounding tones ! " - " " Tis true , " answered the younger stranger ... voice , " Stranger , whom wouldst thou call from realms of light on the behests of virtue ? " " Emelia de mur- mured ...
... voices from an unknown world are these wildly - sounding tones ! " - " " Tis true , " answered the younger stranger ... voice , " Stranger , whom wouldst thou call from realms of light on the behests of virtue ? " " Emelia de mur- mured ...
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第 212 頁 - 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...
第 257 頁 - 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.
第 326 頁 - 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...
第 298 頁 - 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.
第 258 頁 - 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.
第 39 頁 - 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.
第 257 頁 - 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.
第 258 頁 - 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...
第 61 頁 - 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.
第 238 頁 - 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...