The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 20 (Google eBook)

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A. Constable, 1812
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Page 294 - The vice implanted in her youthful breast: Forth from the tent her elder brother came, Who...
Page 439 - SATED with home, of wife, of children tired, The restless soul is driven abroad to roam ; Sated abroad, all seen, yet nought admired, The restless soul is driven to ramble home ; Sated with both, beneath new Drury's dome The fiend Ennui awhile consents to pine, There growls, and curses, like a deadly gnome, Scorning to view fantastic columbine, Viewing with scorn and hate the nonsense of the Nine.
Page 449 - Starr'd, striped, and spotted, yellow, red, and blue, Old calico, torn silk, and muslin new. George Green below, with palpitating hand, Loops the last 'kerchief to the beaver's band — Upsoars the prize ! The youth with joy unfeign'd...
Page 438 - Who, while the British squadron lay off Cork, (God bless the Regent and the Duke of York,) With a foul earthquake ravaged the Caraccas, And raised the price of dry goods and tobaccos ? Who makes the quartern loaf and Luddites rise ? Who fills the butchers...
Page 443 - Each sought his pond'rous hobnail'd shoes, But first his worsted hosen plied, Plush breeches next, in crimson dyed, His nether bulk embraced ; Then jacket thick, of red or blue, Whose massy shoulder gave to view The badge of each respective crew, In tin or copper traced. The engines thunder'd...
Page 21 - I heard him teach there the prophecies of Daniel that summer and the winter following. I had my pen and my little book, and took away such things as I could comprehend. In the opening up of his text...
Page 443 - ... shoes, But first his worsted hosen plied, Plush breeches next, in crimson dyed, His nether bulk embraced ; Then jacket thick, of red or blue, Whose massy shoulder gave to view The badge of each respective crew, In tin or copper traced. The engines thunder'd through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced.
Page 300 - Peace ! Susan, peace ! Pain ever follows sin.' — ' Ah ! then,' thought Susan, ' when will ours begin ? ' When reach'd his home, to what a cheerless fire And chilling bed will those cold limbs retire ! Yet ragged, wretched as it is, that bed Takes half the space of his contracted shed ; I saw the thorns beside the narrow grate, With straw collected in a putrid state : There will he, kneeling, strive the fire to raise, And that will warm him, rather than the blaze; The sullen, smoky blaze, that cannot...
Page 293 - The place approaching where th' attraction lies; When next appear'da dam — so call the place — Where lies a road confined in narrow space; A work of labour, for on either side Is level fen, a prospect wild and wide, With dikes on either hand by ocean's self supplied: Far on the right the distant sea is seen, And salt the springs that feed the marsh between; Beneath an ancient bridge, the...
Page 78 - ... escaping, Mr. Park took hold of one of the white men, and jumped into the water; Martyn did the same, and they were drowned in the stream in attempting to escape. The only slave remaining in the boat, seeing the natives persist in throwing weapons at the canoe...

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