THE EDINBURGH REVIEW OF CRITICAL JOURNAL1818 |
Dentro del libro
Página 68
DAVID WILLISON. which it was conveyed to us ; if fewer hands were employed in rais- ing the buildings and machinery , or if these , when raised , were ren- dered more efficient , the stockings would inevitably fall in value , and ...
DAVID WILLISON. which it was conveyed to us ; if fewer hands were employed in rais- ing the buildings and machinery , or if these , when raised , were ren- dered more efficient , the stockings would inevitably fall in value , and ...
Página 92
... hands ; and , like the wand of the magician , it loses its virtue on its master's death . We feel chiefly the in- fluence of such a writer , while he lives - our cotemporary - go- ing with us a fellow - voyager on the stream of life ...
... hands ; and , like the wand of the magician , it loses its virtue on its master's death . We feel chiefly the in- fluence of such a writer , while he lives - our cotemporary - go- ing with us a fellow - voyager on the stream of life ...
Página 98
... hands of Nature , to range over the earth and the societies of men . Even Shak- speare himself submits to the shackles of history and society . But here Byron traverses the whole earth , borne along by the whirl- wind of his own spirit ...
... hands of Nature , to range over the earth and the societies of men . Even Shak- speare himself submits to the shackles of history and society . But here Byron traverses the whole earth , borne along by the whirl- wind of his own spirit ...
Página 100
... hands - his idle scimitar Starts from its belt - he rends his captive's chains , And bids him thank the bard for freedom and his strains . Thus , Venice , if no stronger claim were thine , Were all thy proud historic deeds forgot , Thy ...
... hands - his idle scimitar Starts from its belt - he rends his captive's chains , And bids him thank the bard for freedom and his strains . Thus , Venice , if no stronger claim were thine , Were all thy proud historic deeds forgot , Thy ...
Página 105
... hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallowed it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with which ' twas wrought , p . 83 , 84 While he yet remains at ...
... hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallowed it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with which ' twas wrought , p . 83 , 84 While he yet remains at ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
Abbé abuses appears avoit beauty bien Bishop Buonaparte Burgesses Burghs c'est capital cause character Church common comte de Ségur constitution Cortes Courcy Court Crown Dante du Hausset effect election employed England English étoit être Europe existence fait favour feeling France French give Greenland Greenland seas Hallam hommes honour interest island Italy King labour land latitude Lord Louis XV Madame Madame du Barry Magistrates means measure ment mind ministers nation nature never nobles object observations occasion opinion Paris Parliament party passage passion pendulum persons poem poet political present principles prisoners qu'il qu'on quantity rate of profit raw produce reform remarks rendered rent respect Royal Royal Burghs Scotland seems society spirit Spitzbergen thing tion tout wages Whigs whole Zaira
Pasajes populares
Página 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Página 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Página 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Página 192 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Página 115 - The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Página 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Página 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Página 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.