Contributions to the Edinburgh Review by Francis Jeffrey, Volume 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1846 - Edinburgh review |
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... eternity — the pride that burns amidst the ruins of their divine natures , and their genius , that feels with the ardour , and debates with the eloquence of heaven . ” - p . 242-247 . ---- 22 CAMPBELL HIS CRITIQUE ON POPE . We have already.
... eternity — the pride that burns amidst the ruins of their divine natures , and their genius , that feels with the ardour , and debates with the eloquence of heaven . ” - p . 242-247 . ---- 22 CAMPBELL HIS CRITIQUE ON POPE . We have already.
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... . 66 Sard . My best ! my last friends ! Let's not unman each other - part at once : All farewells should be sudden , when for ever , Else they make an eternity of moments , I THE CATASTROPHE , 1 And clog the last sad.
... . 66 Sard . My best ! my last friends ! Let's not unman each other - part at once : All farewells should be sudden , when for ever , Else they make an eternity of moments , I THE CATASTROPHE , 1 And clog the last sad.
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... Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we ' twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore , O'erhung with wild woods , thickening , green , The ...
... Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ; Ah ! little thought we ' twas our last ! " Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore , O'erhung with wild woods , thickening , green , The ...
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... eternity , Like stranded wrecks - the tide returning hoarse , - To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his ceaseless course ! " Yet live there still who can remember well , - p . 97 , 98 . How , when a mountain chief his bugle blew ...
... eternity , Like stranded wrecks - the tide returning hoarse , - To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his ceaseless course ! " Yet live there still who can remember well , - p . 97 , 98 . How , when a mountain chief his bugle blew ...
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... eternity , ran by . Resting his head upon his Master's knees , Upon the bank beside him Theron lay . " — p . 205 , 206 . } In this quiet mood , he is accosted by Siverian , who entertains him with a long account of Pelayo's belief in ...
... eternity , ran by . Resting his head upon his Master's knees , Upon the bank beside him Theron lay . " — p . 205 , 206 . } In this quiet mood , he is accosted by Siverian , who entertains him with a long account of Pelayo's belief in ...
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Page 437 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 370 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 77 - Would he were fatter: — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 369 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 372 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Page 437 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 437 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 372 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 156 - Belyve the elder bairns come drapping in, At service out, amang the farmers roun
Page 156 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; Wi...