The Edinburgh literary journal; or, Weekly register of criticism and belles lettres, Volume 21829 |
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... genius or learning , the craft of author- ship would seem to be by no means so easy of practice as is generally imagined . Almost all our works , whether of knowledge or of fancy , have been the product of much intellectual exertion and ...
... genius or learning , the craft of author- ship would seem to be by no means so easy of practice as is generally imagined . Almost all our works , whether of knowledge or of fancy , have been the product of much intellectual exertion and ...
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... genius requires the curb of pru- dence , excepting , perhaps , in his imitations of the elder lyrics , which are perfect centos of Scottish feeling and poesy . I see , by the Edinburgh Literary Journal , that the Ettrick Shepherd is ...
... genius requires the curb of pru- dence , excepting , perhaps , in his imitations of the elder lyrics , which are perfect centos of Scottish feeling and poesy . I see , by the Edinburgh Literary Journal , that the Ettrick Shepherd is ...
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... genius should be careful whom they admit into their society , for we can conceive of few things more annoying , than to be tossed on the rack of a fool's ad- miration , and held up to the public gaze as the object of his eulogium ...
... genius should be careful whom they admit into their society , for we can conceive of few things more annoying , than to be tossed on the rack of a fool's ad- miration , and held up to the public gaze as the object of his eulogium ...
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... genius like mine , I conceived , was meant to com- mand armies . The sergeant thought differently ; and de- clared that he had more trouble with me than with the whole awkward squad together . But this I considered a compliment , having ...
... genius like mine , I conceived , was meant to com- mand armies . The sergeant thought differently ; and de- clared that he had more trouble with me than with the whole awkward squad together . But this I considered a compliment , having ...
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... genius may be shown in suc- cessfully grouping together a number of strange and gro- tesque images , whether of heaven or of earth ; but if the leading object be to excite terror , no little caution and de- licacy will be necessary , in ...
... genius may be shown in suc- cessfully grouping together a number of strange and gro- tesque images , whether of heaven or of earth ; but if the leading object be to excite terror , no little caution and de- licacy will be necessary , in ...
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Page 131 - That make the meadows green ; and, pour'd round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun. The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 131 - She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Page 131 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 131 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 131 - There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
Page 131 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 131 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements; To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 131 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 16 - At the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth century...
Page 225 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!