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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Էջ viii
... not captious : I have often been remon- strated with for not showing a stronger sense of enmity and ill - usage : but to be obliged , in the common sense of the word , and dis- obliged at the same time , not only in my viii PREFACE .
... not captious : I have often been remon- strated with for not showing a stronger sense of enmity and ill - usage : but to be obliged , in the common sense of the word , and dis- obliged at the same time , not only in my viii PREFACE .
Էջ xxvii
... word would go for nothing , ) I shall be very happy to see it for the first time , and to give it the due answer . 66 What the reviewer says about Mr. Shelley's having confessed to somebody , " with tears , " that " he well knew he had ...
... word would go for nothing , ) I shall be very happy to see it for the first time , and to give it the due answer . 66 What the reviewer says about Mr. Shelley's having confessed to somebody , " with tears , " that " he well knew he had ...
Էջ xxviii
... word nor deed did he show himself a jot differ- ent from what he had ever been , except in his admiration of the satirical writings of Lord Byron . Lord Byron himself he spoke of as a man the most disagreeable to have any thing to do ...
... word nor deed did he show himself a jot differ- ent from what he had ever been , except in his admiration of the satirical writings of Lord Byron . Lord Byron himself he spoke of as a man the most disagreeable to have any thing to do ...
Էջ xxxi
... word on the subject ? What patron , or dead person , lord or commoner , or king , or what excess of human infirmity , did Lord Byron spare , when the mood was upon him ? How many persons has Mr. Moore himself not attacked in his day ...
... word on the subject ? What patron , or dead person , lord or commoner , or king , or what excess of human infirmity , did Lord Byron spare , when the mood was upon him ? How many persons has Mr. Moore himself not attacked in his day ...
Էջ xxxiv
... word of those who publicly agree with me . I cannot express the sense I have ( at least I am not well enough at present to dare to let my heart attempt it ) of the eloquent and cordial articles that have appeared in defence of this work ...
... word of those who publicly agree with me . I cannot express the sense I have ( at least I am not well enough at present to dare to let my heart attempt it ) of the eloquent and cordial articles that have appeared in defence of this work ...
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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...