Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Հատոր 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 էջ |
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... had never been writ- ten . I have other reasons also for the regret , which are not so easy of explanation ; though I should have entered very freely into them , had the hostility I have provoked taken a more ge- nerous xvi PREFACE TO.
... had never been writ- ten . I have other reasons also for the regret , which are not so easy of explanation ; though I should have entered very freely into them , had the hostility I have provoked taken a more ge- nerous xvi PREFACE TO.
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... reason for objecting to the use of falsehood by others , if we can per- suade ourselves it is warrantable in us . Others might pretend , that it was as good in their hands , and for some like benefit of re - action . The article in the ...
... reason for objecting to the use of falsehood by others , if we can per- suade ourselves it is warrantable in us . Others might pretend , that it was as good in their hands , and for some like benefit of re - action . The article in the ...
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... reason to quarrel with it . But I am again led away to say more than is necessary at present . I wait for Mr. Moore . Mr. Moore ought to have been ashamed of himself , when he acted in that underhand man- ner against his old ...
... reason to quarrel with it . But I am again led away to say more than is necessary at present . I wait for Mr. Moore . Mr. Moore ought to have been ashamed of himself , when he acted in that underhand man- ner against his old ...
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... Mr. Wordsworth . Of Mr. Words- worth I will speak hereafter . Lord Byron , I thought , took a pleasure in my room , as con- trasted with the splendour of his great house . He had too much reason to do so . His LORD BYRON . 5.
... Mr. Wordsworth . Of Mr. Words- worth I will speak hereafter . Lord Byron , I thought , took a pleasure in my room , as con- trasted with the splendour of his great house . He had too much reason to do so . His LORD BYRON . 5.
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... reason to do so . His do- mestic troubles were just about to become pub- lic . His appearance at that time was the finest I ever saw it , a great deal finer than it was afterwards , when he was abroad . He was fat- ter than before his ...
... reason to do so . His do- mestic troubles were just about to become pub- lic . His appearance at that time was the finest I ever saw it , a great deal finer than it was afterwards , when he was abroad . He was fat- ter than before his ...
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Էջ 429 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd ; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon ; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez ; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Էջ 434 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare...
Էջ 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Էջ 435 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Էջ 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Էջ 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Էջ 437 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Էջ 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Էջ 340 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Էջ 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...