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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... turn , which was a thing unnecessary , I wish it had never been writ- ten . I have other reasons also for the regret , which are not so easy of explanation ; though I should have entered very freely into them , had the hostility I have ...
... turn , which was a thing unnecessary , I wish it had never been writ- ten . I have other reasons also for the regret , which are not so easy of explanation ; though I should have entered very freely into them , had the hostility I have ...
Сторінка xvii
... turn . I can only 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 ...
... turn . I can only 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 ...
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... connexion he would have given up for ever , had he not thought it might turn to my advantage , and perhaps to the noble Lord's in consequence . As to the alleged change in Mr. Shelley , Lord Byron , for xxviii PREFACE TO.
... connexion he would have given up for ever , had he not thought it might turn to my advantage , and perhaps to the noble Lord's in consequence . As to the alleged change in Mr. Shelley , Lord Byron , for xxviii PREFACE TO.
Сторінка xxx
... turn - spit ( which I never was ) . I could have answered his metaphors with interest , had the bandying of abuse been to my taste , and many extreme cares not been upon me ; but the same cir- cumstances in my position , which ...
... turn - spit ( which I never was ) . I could have answered his metaphors with interest , had the bandying of abuse been to my taste , and many extreme cares not been upon me ; but the same cir- cumstances in my position , which ...
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... turn of his head and counte- nance had a spirit and elevation in it , which though not unmixed with disquiet , gave him altogether a nobler look , than I ever knew him to have , before or since . His dress , which was black , with white ...
... turn of his head and counte- nance had a spirit and elevation in it , which though not unmixed with disquiet , gave him altogether a nobler look , than I ever knew him to have , before or since . His dress , which was black , with white ...
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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.