The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles-lettres, 3±ÇConstable and Company, 1830 |
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... light insufferable , And that far beaming blaze of majesty , Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council - table To sit , " & c . & c . lofty and sustained harmony of versification which he af Yet even in these poems , he bursts ...
... light insufferable , And that far beaming blaze of majesty , Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council - table To sit , " & c . & c . lofty and sustained harmony of versification which he af Yet even in these poems , he bursts ...
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... Light , just as the sun sets gloriously . Then rises the silvery moon , and the Royal squadron proudly paws the waves as it glides along the coast of merry England . The morning dawns at Fast Castle , and away we scud past Eamborough ...
... Light , just as the sun sets gloriously . Then rises the silvery moon , and the Royal squadron proudly paws the waves as it glides along the coast of merry England . The morning dawns at Fast Castle , and away we scud past Eamborough ...
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... light , When twilight is closing 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 ...
... light , When twilight is closing 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 ...
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... light . We hate quackery in every thing , especially in religion ; and we cannot on any occasion tolerate an intermeddling spirit , particularly on Christian polemics . The evil is sufficiently great when confined to private backbiting ...
... light . We hate quackery in every thing , especially in religion ; and we cannot on any occasion tolerate an intermeddling spirit , particularly on Christian polemics . The evil is sufficiently great when confined to private backbiting ...
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... Lights up its torch , and wide illumines heaven . or Mackay , is diffusing mirth over the smiling semicircle ! Grand Focus ... light ; The scaly monsters of the deep are seen Struggling , affrighted , mid their meadows green ; And myriad ...
... Lights up its torch , and wide illumines heaven . or Mackay , is diffusing mirth over the smiling semicircle ! Grand Focus ... light ; The scaly monsters of the deep are seen Struggling , affrighted , mid their meadows green ; And myriad ...
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228 ÆäÀÌÁö - Some say that they are beeches, others elms — These were the bower; and here a mansion stood, The finest palace of a hundred realms!
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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.
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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...
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...