The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles-lettres, Volume 3Constable and Company, 1830 |
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... scene passes before us like magic . There go the hearts of oak sailing down the Thames , past Greenwich , and away round the Nore Light , just as the sun sets gloriously . Then rises the silvery moon , and the Royal squadron proudly ...
... scene passes before us like magic . There go the hearts of oak sailing down the Thames , past Greenwich , and away round the Nore Light , just as the sun sets gloriously . Then rises the silvery moon , and the Royal squadron proudly ...
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... scene . THE VOCAL CABINET . - This is a work now publishing in Num- bers , in Aberdeen , and consists of a Selection of Standard Songs , set to music , with accompaniments for the piano - forte , arranged ex- pressly for the Cabinet ...
... scene . THE VOCAL CABINET . - This is a work now publishing in Num- bers , in Aberdeen , and consists of a Selection of Standard Songs , set to music , with accompaniments for the piano - forte , arranged ex- pressly for the Cabinet ...
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... scene . at a ball , she had fallen in love with her husband . It was a good way up stairs , and so mean - looking an abode , that I could not imagine the possibility of it's ever having " Yes , yes , Alexander , " said she , " this is ...
... scene . at a ball , she had fallen in love with her husband . It was a good way up stairs , and so mean - looking an abode , that I could not imagine the possibility of it's ever having " Yes , yes , Alexander , " said she , " this is ...
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... scene of magni- ficent festivity . She seem'd like one who treads alone Some banquet - hall deserted , Whose lights are filed , whose garlands dead , And all but she departed . The old woman soon getting into the full tide of gos- sip ...
... scene of magni- ficent festivity . She seem'd like one who treads alone Some banquet - hall deserted , Whose lights are filed , whose garlands dead , And all but she departed . The old woman soon getting into the full tide of gos- sip ...
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... scene of son . Dr E. D Clarke observes , in 1797 , that cattle and hostile operations between the Romans and Caledonians . kelp form the chief objects of commerce . At Canna , the He rests his opinion upon various grounds . Firstly ...
... scene of son . Dr E. D Clarke observes , in 1797 , that cattle and hostile operations between the Romans and Caledonians . kelp form the chief objects of commerce . At Canna , the He rests his opinion upon various grounds . Firstly ...
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Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...