Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Том 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 440 стор. |
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... human emotion , one is frightened to think what mistakes we may commit in our own self - knowledge . I , for one , willingly concede that the reader may know me better than myself , and punish me in his thought accord- ingly . Let me ...
... human emotion , one is frightened to think what mistakes we may commit in our own self - knowledge . I , for one , willingly concede that the reader may know me better than myself , and punish me in his thought accord- ingly . Let me ...
Сторінка xxii
... human hearts that lay between were nothing ! ) his splenetic inventions against others , and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where he speaks of my " not very tractable children . " Thank God ...
... human hearts that lay between were nothing ! ) his splenetic inventions against others , and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where he speaks of my " not very tractable children . " Thank God ...
Сторінка xxxi
... human infirmity , did Lord Byron spare , when the mood was upon him ? How many persons has Mr. Moore himself not attacked in his day ? Many that never offend- ed him , and some whose calamities gave them a right to be spared . How might ...
... human infirmity , did Lord Byron spare , when the mood was upon him ? How many persons has Mr. Moore himself not attacked in his day ? Many that never offend- ed him , and some whose calamities gave them a right to be spared . How might ...
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... human society , and which nobody seems to believe in with regard to their own customs : -but I shall be digressing too far . Among other things , in which I dif- fer in point of theory ( for in practice I am bound to say that of late ...
... human society , and which nobody seems to believe in with regard to their own customs : -but I shall be digressing too far . Among other things , in which I dif- fer in point of theory ( for in practice I am bound to say that of late ...
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... human , deny to it its last con- solation , that of taking pity on itself ; and without this , it is not in nature that it should exist . Lord Byron painted his heroes crimi- nal , wilful , even selfish in great things ; but he took ...
... human , deny to it its last con- solation , that of taking pity on itself ; and without this , it is not in nature that it should exist . Lord Byron painted his heroes crimi- nal , wilful , even selfish in great things ; but he took ...
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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 446 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Сторінка 437 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Сторінка 437 - Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 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 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; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
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 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 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.