The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles-lettres, Volumen 3Constable and Company, 1830 |
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... o'er me , Till phantom forms of the future risc Dreamy and dim before me . And I gaze on the faces of long - loved friends , That smile in our circling ring , And my heart grows faint when I think on the change A few short years will ...
... o'er me , Till phantom forms of the future risc Dreamy and dim before me . And I gaze on the faces of long - loved friends , That smile in our circling ring , And my heart grows faint when I think on the change A few short years will ...
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... o'er its little lips you smile and cling , Has fragrance which Arabia could not bring . Such are the joys , ill mock'd in ribald song , In thought , e'en fresh'ning life our lifetime long , That give our souls on earth a heaven - drawn ...
... o'er its little lips you smile and cling , Has fragrance which Arabia could not bring . Such are the joys , ill mock'd in ribald song , In thought , e'en fresh'ning life our lifetime long , That give our souls on earth a heaven - drawn ...
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... o'er the clamorous sea he stretch'd his hand , And o'er old Ocean swept his potent wand ; — The waves , loud - roaring , knew the awful sign , The prophet - priest , the Almighty voice divine ; Back from their gulfs indignantly they ...
... o'er the clamorous sea he stretch'd his hand , And o'er old Ocean swept his potent wand ; — The waves , loud - roaring , knew the awful sign , The prophet - priest , the Almighty voice divine ; Back from their gulfs indignantly they ...
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... o'er my night ! Why should I drop the selfish tear , Or heave the selfish sigh ? Although the parting hour be near , And swift the minutes fly . Alas ! forgive this earthly thrill-- Forgive me I am mortal still- And mourn that thou must ...
... o'er my night ! Why should I drop the selfish tear , Or heave the selfish sigh ? Although the parting hour be near , And swift the minutes fly . Alas ! forgive this earthly thrill-- Forgive me I am mortal still- And mourn that thou must ...
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... o'er slumber's bed , In angel - visits from the dead , That in the dreary distance seems To swoon upon our nightly dreams . And oft such sweet emotions rise In Albyn's earlier melodies . Her simple songs of other years Can bless the ...
... o'er slumber's bed , In angel - visits from the dead , That in the dreary distance seems To swoon upon our nightly dreams . And oft such sweet emotions rise In Albyn's earlier melodies . Her simple songs of other years Can bless the ...
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Página 228 - Some say that they are beeches, others elms — These were the bower; and here a mansion stood, The finest palace of a hundred realms!
Página 106 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 113 - The fire was burning brightly ; the steaks were put on to broil, and Barry, having spread a clean cloth on the table, put a pair of tongs in the hands of Burke, saying, " Be useful, my dear friend, and look to the steaks till I fetch the porter.
Página 48 - DRUNKENNESS. JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell, A Carrier who carried his can to his mouth well : He carried so much, and he carried so fast, He could carry no more — so was carried at last ; For, the liquor he drank, being too much for one, He could not carry off, — so he's now carri-on.
Página 143 - The grass is soft, its velvet touch is grateful to the hand ; And, like the kiss of maiden love, the breeze is sweet and bland ; The daisy and the buttercup are nodding courteously; It stirs their blood with kindest love, to bless and welcome thee ; And mark how with thine own thin locks — they now are silvery gray — That blissful breeze is wantoning, and whispering, "Be gay!
Página 189 - ... prevailed ; still he tapped his snuff-box ; still he smirked and smiled, and rounded his periods with the same air of good-breeding, as if he were conversing with men. His mouth, mellifluous as Plato's, was a round hole nearly in the centre of his visage.
Página 257 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Página 47 - Lord Byron's reading did not seem to me to have been very extensive either in poetry or history. Having the advantage of him in that respect, and possessing a good competent share of such reading as is little read, I was sometimes able to put under his eye objects which had for him the interest of novelty.
Página 44 - We were on good terms, but his brother was my intimate friend. There were always great hopes of Peel amongst us all, masters and scholars ; and he has not disappointed them. As a scholar he was greatly my superior ; as a declaimer and actor, I was reckoned at least his equal ; as a schoolboy, out of school, I was always in scrapes, and he never; and in school, he always knew his lesson, and I rarely, — but when I knew it, I knew it nearly as well. In general information, history, &c. &c., I think...
Página 213 - I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ; the want of which vain dew Perchance shall dry your pities : but I have That honourable grief lodged here which burns Worse than tears drown...