Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Том 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 стор. |
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... ; perhaps it is so and I have only to hope , that in adding to the attractions of the title - page , it will not make the greater part of the work seem unworthy of it . PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION . THE appearance of this xii PREFACE .
... ; perhaps it is so and I have only to hope , that in adding to the attractions of the title - page , it will not make the greater part of the work seem unworthy of it . PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION . THE appearance of this xii PREFACE .
Сторінка xiii
... hope , to the misconceptions occasioned by partial extracts : at least with all honest readers who shall see it . To others of that class , if I had them within hearing , I should say , that they go counter to their own principles , or ...
... hope , to the misconceptions occasioned by partial extracts : at least with all honest readers who shall see it . To others of that class , if I had them within hearing , I should say , that they go counter to their own principles , or ...
Сторінка xvii
... hope , that in the long run , the very defect will be of use to the world ; but speaking for myself in the meantime , I confess I have no wish to be thought ill of by any body ; and the fault ( singularly enough ) is at variance with ...
... hope , that in the long run , the very defect will be of use to the world ; but speaking for myself in the meantime , I confess I have no wish to be thought ill of by any body ; and the fault ( singularly enough ) is at variance with ...
Сторінка xxviii
... hope itself a part of success , he fully assented to the utility of my opinion ; and neither in 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 ...
... hope itself a part of success , he fully assented to the utility of my opinion ; and neither in 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 ...
Сторінка xxxvii
... hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in this . But the moment is a bitter one , which discovers to C 3 VOL . I. Let us , that those of whom we have entertained the THE SECOND EDITION . xxxvii.
... hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in this . But the moment is a bitter one , which discovers to C 3 VOL . I. Let us , that those of whom we have entertained the THE SECOND EDITION . xxxvii.
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Сторінка 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 syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
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 364 - 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...
Сторінка 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Сторінка 364 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. 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 ! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
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 434 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Сторінка 435 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Сторінка 419 - Knowing within myself (he says) the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.— What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished.'— Preface, p.
Сторінка 437 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! J Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.