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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... truth . " In the examples , which I here bring in , of what I have heard , read , done , or said , I have forbid myself to dare to alter even the most light and indifferent circumstances . My conscience does not falsify one tittle ...
... truth . " In the examples , which I here bring in , of what I have heard , read , done , or said , I have forbid myself to dare to alter even the most light and indifferent circumstances . My conscience does not falsify one tittle ...
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... truth , it would never have been done at all , but for the cir- cumstances above - mentioned . I must even confess , that such is my dislike of these personal histories , in which it has been my lot to become a party , that had I been ...
... truth , it would never have been done at all , but for the cir- cumstances above - mentioned . I must even confess , that such is my dislike of these personal histories , in which it has been my lot to become a party , that had I been ...
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... and that I speak the truth . I have not told all : for I have no right to do so . In the present case it would also be inhumanity , both to the dead and the living . But what I have told is not to be gainsaid PREFACE . vii.
... and that I speak the truth . I have not told all : for I have no right to do so . In the present case it would also be inhumanity , both to the dead and the living . But what I have told is not to be gainsaid PREFACE . vii.
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... truths of any man , much more of one whose unquestionable love of truth would have reconciled him to the hearing them , the article had quite enough of what was panegyrical in it to do him justice . But more readers might have mistaken ...
... truths of any man , much more of one whose unquestionable love of truth would have reconciled him to the hearing them , the article had quite enough of what was panegyrical in it to do him justice . But more readers might have mistaken ...
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... truth in zeal and candour , let his sympathy with mankind at large be never so unequivocal . It is true , I believe he ulti- mately makes his way with them . They feel it to be their interest that he should ; and they learn even to ...
... truth in zeal and candour , let his sympathy with mankind at large be never so unequivocal . It is true , I believe he ulti- mately makes his way with them . They feel it to be their interest that he should ; and they learn even to ...
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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...