Lord Byron and Some of his ContemporariesGeorg Olms Verlag |
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... suppose , when they condemn a man without hearing the whole of his case , and without knowing all that he has to say , of himself as well as of others . But these , I trust , are few in comparison with my honest and hearty defenders ...
... suppose , when they condemn a man without hearing the whole of his case , and without knowing all that he has to say , of himself as well as of others . But these , I trust , are few in comparison with my honest and hearty defenders ...
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... suppose that I heard it elsewhere , and that it was put by some honest man . " It is well known , " says the Review , " that Lord Byron took leave finally of Mr. Leigh Hunt by letter . The letter in question we never saw , but we have ...
... suppose that I heard it elsewhere , and that it was put by some honest man . " It is well known , " says the Review , " that Lord Byron took leave finally of Mr. Leigh Hunt by letter . The letter in question we never saw , but we have ...
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... suppose , my sympathy was not an agreeable one ; so , contenting myself with see- ing his Lordship's head bob up and down in the water , like a buoy , I came away . Lord Byron was afterwards pleased to re- gret , that I had not stayed ...
... suppose , my sympathy was not an agreeable one ; so , contenting myself with see- ing his Lordship's head bob up and down in the water , like a buoy , I came away . Lord Byron was afterwards pleased to re- gret , that I had not stayed ...
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Сторінка 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; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; 101 She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Сторінка 364 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure; Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 435 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Сторінка 364 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown. I sit upon the sands alone, — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet I did any heart now share in my emotion.
Сторінка 365 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
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