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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... thought accord- ingly . Let me have only the benefit of the concession . I have been forced to give up , in my time , too many dreams of self - love , to deny myself the consolation of candour . The account of Lord Byron was not in ...
... thought accord- ingly . Let me have only the benefit of the concession . I have been forced to give up , in my time , too many dreams of self - love , to deny myself the consolation of candour . The account of Lord Byron was not in ...
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... thought it best ; 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 ...
... thought it best ; 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 ...
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... thought ill of by any body ; and the fault ( singularly enough ) is at variance with what I have said against it in the book , when I speak of some of my former writings . But even this inconsistency may serve to show , how much I was ...
... thought ill of by any body ; and the fault ( singularly enough ) is at variance with what I have said against it in the book , when I speak of some of my former writings . But even this inconsistency may serve to show , how much I was ...
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... thought there was something in him . Mr. Murray should really keep a more sober eye on the times , and get cleverer men to do his work ; for public knowledge is advancing , while he is dozing ; and the old mediocrity will not do ...
... thought there was something in him . Mr. Murray should really keep a more sober eye on the times , and get cleverer men to do his work ; for public knowledge is advancing , while he is dozing ; and the old mediocrity will not do ...
Сторінка xxvii
... " with tears , " that " he well knew he had been all in the wrong , " is a phenomenon , which must come attested by all the magistrates Autolycus could have thought of , before the most gullible per- sons THE SECOND EDITION . xxvii.
... " with tears , " that " he well knew he had been all in the wrong , " is a phenomenon , which must come attested by all the magistrates Autolycus could have thought of , before the most gullible per- sons THE SECOND EDITION . xxvii.
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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 syrups, 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 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...
Сторінка 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
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 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 437 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...