The Modern British Essayists: Jeffrey, Francis. Contributions to the Edinburgh Review

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A. Hart, 1852

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Waverley or Tis Sixty Years Since
528
Rob Roy By the Author of Waverley Guy Mannering and The Antiquary
535
The Fortunes of Nigel By the Author of Waverley Kenilworth c
543
GENERAL POLITICS
564
A Song of Triumph By W SOTHEBY Esq
577
Speech of the Right Hon William Windham in the House of Commons May 26 1809
594
Short Remarks on the State of Parties at the Close of the Year 1809
604
The History of Ireland By John ODRISCOL
610
Memoirs of the Life of the Right Honourable Richard Brinsley Sheridan By THOMAS
616
PAGR
621
Memoirs of the Private and Public Life of William Penn By Thomas CLARKSON M A
651
A Selection from the Public and Private Correspondence of ViceAdmiral Lord Colling
659
Narrative of a Journey through the Upper Provinces of India from Calcutta to Bombay
666
Sketches of India Written by an Officer for FireSide Travellers at Home
674
Scenes and Impressions in Egypt and in Italy By the Author of Sketches of India
683
Memoirs of the Political and Private Life of James Caulfield Earl of Charlemont Knight
693
An Inquiry whether Crime and Misery are produced or prevented by our present
700
written by Himself Containing an Account of
707
The Life of the Right Honourable John Philpot Curran late Master of the Rolls in Ire
717
Switzerland or a Journal of a Tour and Residence in that Country in the Years 1817
725
Rejected Addresses or the New Theatrum Poetarum
732
Memoirs of the Life of the Right Honourable Sir James Mackintosh Edited by his Son
742
Notice of the Honourable Henry Erskine
756

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Pagina 313 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
Pagina 358 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! ' ;" '""' As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Pagina 314 - Keeps honour bright : to have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Pagina 340 - 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...
Pagina 314 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Pagina 341 - 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.
Pagina 341 - 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...
Pagina 312 - But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself — I will not say, how true — • But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Pagina 364 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Pagina 383 - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they ! The moping idiot, and the madman...

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