Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 5John Murray, 1833 |
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... turn the same . To - night at the theatre , there being a prince on his throne in the last scene of the comedy , - the audience laughed , and asked him for a Constitution . This shows the state of the public mind here , as well as the ...
... turn the same . To - night at the theatre , there being a prince on his throne in the last scene of the comedy , - the audience laughed , and asked him for a Constitution . This shows the state of the public mind here , as well as the ...
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... turn over . I know little of their numbers , but think the Carbonari strong enough to beat the troops , even here . With twenty men this house might be defended for twenty - four hours against any force to be brought against it , now in ...
... turn over . I know little of their numbers , but think the Carbonari strong enough to beat the troops , even here . With twenty men this house might be defended for twenty - four hours against any force to be brought against it , now in ...
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... affected - but his defence of Pope is glorious . To be sure , it is his own cause too , —but no matter , it is very good , and does him great credit . " Midnight . " I have been turning over different 68 1821 . NOTICES OF THE.
... affected - but his defence of Pope is glorious . To be sure , it is his own cause too , —but no matter , it is very good , and does him great credit . " Midnight . " I have been turning over different 68 1821 . NOTICES OF THE.
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... turning over different Lives of the Poets . I rarely read their works , unless an occasional flight over the classical ones , Pope , Dryden , John- son , Gray , and those who approach them nearest ( I leave the rant of the rest to the ...
... turning over different Lives of the Poets . I rarely read their works , unless an occasional flight over the classical ones , Pope , Dryden , John- son , Gray , and those who approach them nearest ( I leave the rant of the rest to the ...
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... , which has now lasted ( but with one day's interval ) , chequered with snow or heavy rain only , since the 30th of December , 1820. It is so far lucky that I have a literary turn ; -but it is very tiresome not to 70 1821 . NOTICES OF THE.
... , which has now lasted ( but with one day's interval ) , chequered with snow or heavy rain only , since the 30th of December , 1820. It is so far lucky that I have a literary turn ; -but it is very tiresome not to 70 1821 . NOTICES OF THE.
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., Հատոր 5 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1832 |
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Էջ 63 - Tis a grand poem — and so true! — true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things — time — language — the earth — the bounds of the sea — the stars of the sky, and every thing 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal.
Էջ 18 - The morning precious; beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit. Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Էջ 300 - Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Էջ 328 - There is a spot in the churchyard, near the footpath, on the brow of the hill looking towards Windsor, and a tomb under a large tree (bearing the name of Peachie, or Peachey), where I used to sit for hours and hours when a boy. This was my favourite spot...
Էջ 344 - There is thus another man gone, about whom the world was illnaturedly, and ignorantly, and brutally mistaken. It will, perhaps, do him justice now, when he can be no better for it.5 You are all mistaken about Shelley. You do not know how mild, how tolerant, how good he was...
Էջ 23 - When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours ; Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
Էջ 348 - ... and regular interment. You can have no idea what an extraordinary effect such a funeral pile has, on a desolate shore, with mountains in the back-ground and the sea before, and the singular appearance the salt and frankincense gave to the flame. All of Shelley was consumed, except his heart, which would not take the flame, and is now preserved in spirits of wine.
Էջ 76 - Deans-looking body,' as we Scotch say — and, if not handsome, certainly not ill-looking. Her conversation was as quiet as herself. One would never have guessed she could write her name ; whereas her father talked, not as if he could write nothing else, but as if nothing else was worth writing.
Էջ 163 - Neither time, nor distance, nor grief, nor age, can ever diminish my veneration for him, who is the great moral poet of all times, of all climes, of all feelings, and of all stages of . existence-.
Էջ 235 - The pity of these men is, that they never lived in high life, nor in solitude : there is no medium for the knowledge of the busy or the still world. If admitted into high life for a season, it is merely as spectators — they form no part of the mechanism thereof. Now Moore and I, the one by circumstances, and the other by birth, happened to be free of the corporation, and to have entered into its pulses and passions, quarum partes fuimus. Both of us have learnt by this much which nothing else could...