Cato [pseud.] to Lord Byron on the Immorality of His WritingsW. Wetton, 1824 - 128 էջ |
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... Rome , and the firing of Persepolis , as lessons of instruction- " To wretches how they tamper , in their spleen , With beings of a higher order . " Somewhat unfortunately , however , these higher orders of beings are , throughout the ...
... Rome , and the firing of Persepolis , as lessons of instruction- " To wretches how they tamper , in their spleen , With beings of a higher order . " Somewhat unfortunately , however , these higher orders of beings are , throughout the ...
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... softest clime of beauty , on which the Creator may look down , as he did when " Heaven and Earth rose out of Chaos , " and still pronounce it good . * Canto iii . + Canto iii . ↑ Canto iv . " The commonwealth of Kings , the men of Rome 63.
... softest clime of beauty , on which the Creator may look down , as he did when " Heaven and Earth rose out of Chaos , " and still pronounce it good . * Canto iii . + Canto iii . ↑ Canto iv . " The commonwealth of Kings , the men of Rome 63.
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George Burges. " The commonwealth of Kings , the men of Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to ... Rome...
George Burges. " The commonwealth of Kings , the men of Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to ... Rome...
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... Rome , you were on the spot . You were on the spot when you electrify us with the remem- brances of Greece , of the Plains of Ilium , of the seat of ancient learning , and of the remains of her antiquity . When , with a pencil glowing ...
... Rome , you were on the spot . You were on the spot when you electrify us with the remem- brances of Greece , of the Plains of Ilium , of the seat of ancient learning , and of the remains of her antiquity . When , with a pencil glowing ...
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... Rome . A mass of magni- ficence was spread around you - columns , arches , statues , tombs — all that the eye delights , all that the heart regrets to behold . You were an isolated being in the midst of a departed world whose glory and ...
... Rome . A mass of magni- ficence was spread around you - columns , arches , statues , tombs — all that the eye delights , all that the heart regrets to behold . You were an isolated being in the midst of a departed world whose glory and ...
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Cato [pseud.] to Lord Byron on the Immorality of His Writings George Burges Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1824 |
Cato to Lord Byron: On the Immorality of His Writings (Classic Reprint) George Burges Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2018 |
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Էջ 70 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Էջ 65 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ? these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hoped to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both...
Էջ 54 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility : Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Էջ 56 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Էջ 77 - There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies...
Էջ 83 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou!
Էջ 84 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Էջ 30 - This, therefore, is the praise of Shakespeare, that his drama is the mirror of life; that he who has mazed his imagination in following the phantoms which other writers raise up before him may here be cured of his delirious ecstasies by reading human sentiments in human language, by scenes from which a hermit may estimate the transactions of the world and a confessor predict the progress of the passions.
Էջ 70 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Էջ 81 - What dreary change, what ruin is not thine ? How doth thy bowl intoxicate the mind ! To the Mjft entrance of thy rosy cave How dost thou lure the fortunate and great! Dreadful attraction ! while behind thee gapes Th...