The Literary and Scientific Repository, and Critical Review, Volume 1Wiley and Halsted, 1820 |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
American appear beauty Britain British Bubona Canto cause character Cicero Court criticism Crown Dæmon Demosthenes doubt duty Edinburgh Review edition effect England English evil fact favour feel Fort George French Revolution friends genius give given Greek Grenadier Island heart honour House of Commons human important instance interest judge justice labour land late less letter literature Lond Lord Lord Byron Lord Grenville manner means ment merit millions mind ministers moral nature never New-York object observe occasion Ohio opinion orator Othello Parliament passion perhaps persons poem poet poetical poetry political present principles produce racter readers reason remarks respect Revolt of Islam Sacket's Harbour Secretary society soul spirit supposed talents Thesaurus thing thought tion tragedy truth United whig whole Wilkinson write
Popular passages
Page 109 - That it is the right of the subjects to petition the king ; and all commitments and prosecutions for such petitioning are illegal.
Page 183 - ... pampers man's appetite, and the drug that restores him to health — on the ermine which decorates the judge, and the rope which hangs the criminal — on the poor man's salt, and the rich man's spice — on the brass nails of the coffin, and the ribands of the bride...
Page 415 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were...
Page 185 - In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book ? or goes to an American play ? or looks at an American picture or statue ? What does the world yet owe to American physicians or surgeons?
Page 231 - His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Page 234 - The unwilling soil. A gradual change was here, Yet ghastly. For, as fast years flow away, The smooth brow gathers, and the hair grows thin And white ; and where irradiate dewy eyes Had shone, gleam stony orbs : so from his steps Bright flowers departed, and the beautiful shade Of the green groves, with all their odorous winds And musical motions.
Page 235 - Of the vast meteor sunk, the Poet's blood, That ever beat in mystic sympathy With Nature's ebb and flow, grew feebler still. And, when two lessening points of light alone Gleamed through the darkness, the alternate gasp Of his faint respiration scarce did stir The stagnate night — till the minutest ray Was quenched, the pulse yet lingered in his heart. It paused — it fluttered. But, when heaven remained Utterly black, the murky shades involved An image silent, cold, and motionless, As their own...
Page 101 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 415 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 233 - Beautiful bird ! thou voyagest to thine home, Where thy sweet mate will twine her downy neck With thine, and welcome thy return with eyes Bright in the lustre of their own fond joy. , And what am I that I should linger here, \ With voice far sweeter than thy dying notes, Spirit more vast than thine, frame more attuned To beauty, wasting these surpassing powers In the deaf air, to the blind earth, and heaven That echoes not my thoughts?