Contributions to the Edinburgh Review by Francis Jeffrey, Volume 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1846 - Edinburgh review |
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... breath of doctrine , and every wind of authority ; so as neither to derive any permanent delight from the same works , nor to assure any permanent fame to their authors ; while a taste that is formed upon a wide and large survey of ...
... breath of doctrine , and every wind of authority ; so as neither to derive any permanent delight from the same works , nor to assure any permanent fame to their authors ; while a taste that is formed upon a wide and large survey of ...
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... breath Smells wooingly here . No jutting frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Has made his pendent bed , and procreant cradle . " Nor is this brought in for the sake of an elaborate con- trast between the peaceful ...
... breath Smells wooingly here . No jutting frieze , Buttress , nor coigne of vantage , but this bird Has made his pendent bed , and procreant cradle . " Nor is this brought in for the sake of an elaborate con- trast between the peaceful ...
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... breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus the flame o ' th ' tapere Bows towards her ! and would under - peep her lids To see th ' enclosed lights , now canopied Under the windows , white and azure , laced With blue of Heaven's own tinct ...
... breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus the flame o ' th ' tapere Bows towards her ! and would under - peep her lids To see th ' enclosed lights , now canopied Under the windows , white and azure , laced With blue of Heaven's own tinct ...
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... breath , Which the poor heart would fain deny , and dares not ! ” . p . 26―30 . In treating of the Julius Cæsar , Mr. H. extracts the following short scene , and praises it so highly , and , in our opinion , so justly , that we cannot ...
... breath , Which the poor heart would fain deny , and dares not ! ” . p . 26―30 . In treating of the Julius Cæsar , Mr. H. extracts the following short scene , and praises it so highly , and , in our opinion , so justly , that we cannot ...
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... breathing the very spirit of warm , devoted , pure , and unalterable love 66 thus profaning the holiest language of the heart , and indirectly associating it with the most hateful and de- grading sensuality . In like manner , the ...
... breathing the very spirit of warm , devoted , pure , and unalterable love 66 thus profaning the holiest language of the heart , and indirectly associating it with the most hateful and de- grading sensuality . In like manner , the ...
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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...