The Edinburgh Review, Volume 13A. and C. Black, 1809 - English literature |
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... readers ; nor do we believe that any age of the world has produced fo worthy a counterpart to the Valerias and Portias of antiquity . With a high - minded feeling of patriotifm and public honour , the feems to have been poffeffed by the ...
... readers ; nor do we believe that any age of the world has produced fo worthy a counterpart to the Valerias and Portias of antiquity . With a high - minded feeling of patriotifm and public honour , the feems to have been poffeffed by the ...
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... reader so long with these general observa- tions , we shall only withhold him from the quotations which we mean to lay before him , while we announce , that Mrs Hutchin- A 3 son son writes in a sort of lofty , classical , 1808 . The ...
... reader so long with these general observa- tions , we shall only withhold him from the quotations which we mean to lay before him , while we announce , that Mrs Hutchin- A 3 son son writes in a sort of lofty , classical , 1808 . The ...
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... reader of the only love story with which he had any chance of being regaled in the course of this narrative . Although Mrs Hutchinson's abhorrence of any thing like earthly or unsanctified love , has withheld her on all occasions from ...
... reader of the only love story with which he had any chance of being regaled in the course of this narrative . Although Mrs Hutchinson's abhorrence of any thing like earthly or unsanctified love , has withheld her on all occasions from ...
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... reader longer with these vanities of her youth . We proceed , there- fore , to graver matters . > We might cull many striking specimens of eloquence from her summary account of the English constitution and of the Refor mation ; but the ...
... reader longer with these vanities of her youth . We proceed , there- fore , to graver matters . > We might cull many striking specimens of eloquence from her summary account of the English constitution and of the Refor mation ; but the ...
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... reader in a description of the burghers and private gentlemen of Nottingham , at the break- ing out of these great disturbances . There were seven aldermen in the towne , and of these only al- derman James , then mayor , own'd the ...
... reader in a description of the burghers and private gentlemen of Nottingham , at the break- ing out of these great disturbances . There were seven aldermen in the towne , and of these only al- derman James , then mayor , own'd the ...
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Page 265 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 259 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 139 - African sun may have burnt upon him ;—no matter in what disastrous battle his liberty may have been cloven down ;—no matter with what solemnities he may have been devoted upon the altar of slavery; the first moment he touches the sacred soil of Britain, the altar and the god sink together in the dust; his soul...
Page 260 - An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o...
Page 261 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Page 265 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day ! Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page 259 - 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 ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 265 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! 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 kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Page 255 - I ascended the high hills of Bagdat in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and, passing from one thought to another, surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream.
Page 260 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.