The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, 84. köideArchibald Constable and Company, 1819 |
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... Poets of Italy52 Remarks on the Life of Curran56 terior of Africa .............. Patents . Appointments and Promotions ... Meteorological Table The late Henry Glassford , Esq.89 Sir G. B. Hepburn ~~~~~~~~~ -91 61 Births , Marriages ...
... Poets of Italy52 Remarks on the Life of Curran56 terior of Africa .............. Patents . Appointments and Promotions ... Meteorological Table The late Henry Glassford , Esq.89 Sir G. B. Hepburn ~~~~~~~~~ -91 61 Births , Marriages ...
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... poetry for this journal , and , what is singu- lar enough , this very poem is actually to be found in our ... poet , than to have his verses undoubtingly and eagerly ascribed to a person of her worth and genius ? ERRATA . Page ...
... poetry for this journal , and , what is singu- lar enough , this very poem is actually to be found in our ... poet , than to have his verses undoubtingly and eagerly ascribed to a person of her worth and genius ? ERRATA . Page ...
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... poets , whose late work we have un- accountably passed over ; and we hope yet to do so . We owe likewise an amende honorable to Mr Wordsworth , who , by the way , has now added a Benjamin to his Bell , and we shall certainly give it him ...
... poets , whose late work we have un- accountably passed over ; and we hope yet to do so . We owe likewise an amende honorable to Mr Wordsworth , who , by the way , has now added a Benjamin to his Bell , and we shall certainly give it him ...
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... poets only spun cantos , or tag- ged ends of ancient verses together , he alone was original , he alone thinks Alexander Scot - The large Greek Grammar , Universa Grammatica Gr¿ ca , per Alexandrum Scot , Scotum , ap- peared at Lyons ...
... poets only spun cantos , or tag- ged ends of ancient verses together , he alone was original , he alone thinks Alexander Scot - The large Greek Grammar , Universa Grammatica Gr¿ ca , per Alexandrum Scot , Scotum , ap- peared at Lyons ...
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... poets , for the honours paid by them to the memory of his father , -the poet , who had painted in such glowing colours the deeds of our heroic ancestors , and the bard of Green Erin , who had awaked from its long silence the harp of the ...
... poets , for the honours paid by them to the memory of his father , -the poet , who had painted in such glowing colours the deeds of our heroic ancestors , and the bard of Green Erin , who had awaked from its long silence the harp of the ...
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Page 134 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 326 - He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn. But it, too, was gone. A large, rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, "The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.
Page 325 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.
Page 252 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 326 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains.
Page 328 - Half-moon ; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river and the great city called by his name.
Page 317 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
Page 326 - The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows...
Page 326 - ... gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round.
Page 326 - He found the house gone to decay, the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name ; but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.