Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, 2 tomasWilliam Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... POETS . 137 LIFE AND TIMES OF A PROTOCOL ; BY HIMSELF . 160 THE BRIDE OF MARSEILLES ... 164 MR . HUME AND THE SMALL WHIGS .. 166 RHINE TOURISTS ... 169 THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH , NO . II .; BY THE AUTHOR OF ANTI- DRACO . " 66 174 THE MAD ...
... POETS . 137 LIFE AND TIMES OF A PROTOCOL ; BY HIMSELF . 160 THE BRIDE OF MARSEILLES ... 164 MR . HUME AND THE SMALL WHIGS .. 166 RHINE TOURISTS ... 169 THE PUNISHMENT OF DEATH , NO . II .; BY THE AUTHOR OF ANTI- DRACO . " 66 174 THE MAD ...
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... Poems by the Authors of " Night - burial at Sea , " " Eikon Basilike , " " The Spring Day , " Captain Calder Campbell , and several other Contributors , shall speedily appear . To all of our Correspondents we return our sincere thanks ...
... Poems by the Authors of " Night - burial at Sea , " " Eikon Basilike , " " The Spring Day , " Captain Calder Campbell , and several other Contributors , shall speedily appear . To all of our Correspondents we return our sincere thanks ...
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... poem , and the greedy public gobbled it down , and looked agape for the next . Scott pleased us with his clear fresh pic- tures of hill and dale , his easy jingle , his interesting adventures , and his heroes , the faint shadows of ...
... poem , and the greedy public gobbled it down , and looked agape for the next . Scott pleased us with his clear fresh pic- tures of hill and dale , his easy jingle , his interesting adventures , and his heroes , the faint shadows of ...
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... poets , are rather the overflowing of the thoughts , feelings , and images fermenting in his mind , than poems . A poem is a creation of art - it is the product of the imagination - a thing existing for itself . It addresses itself to ...
... poets , are rather the overflowing of the thoughts , feelings , and images fermenting in his mind , than poems . A poem is a creation of art - it is the product of the imagination - a thing existing for itself . It addresses itself to ...
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... poem must have ranked high in the descriptive class . The approach of the Fairy , the disembodying of the soul , the voyage through the realms of space , the exhibition of the world's work- ings , and the return , form a bold and well ...
... poem must have ranked high in the descriptive class . The approach of the Fairy , the disembodying of the soul , the voyage through the realms of space , the exhibition of the world's work- ings , and the return , form a bold and well ...
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332 psl. - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
331 psl. - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
332 psl. - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
331 psl. - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
29 psl. - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
331 psl. - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
341 psl. - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
333 psl. - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
333 psl. - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
102 psl. - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.