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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... sure by consulting Lucan , and to him I referred my critic , who was convinced and happy . * Our author writes like a man of sense on the mistakes committed by Mr. Bowles during the Pope controversy ; but with all due deference to the ...
... sure by consulting Lucan , and to him I referred my critic , who was convinced and happy . * Our author writes like a man of sense on the mistakes committed by Mr. Bowles during the Pope controversy ; but with all due deference to the ...
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... sure to be thus falsified . I do not believe that the compiler wished to say any thing untrue ; but he takes care to doubt only what tells against his hero , and swallows implicitly every thing else . On both accounts he is repeatedly ...
... sure to be thus falsified . I do not believe that the compiler wished to say any thing untrue ; but he takes care to doubt only what tells against his hero , and swallows implicitly every thing else . On both accounts he is repeatedly ...
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... any thing fa- vourable of it , even by courtesy ; but I could not . I was quite sure that I had no faculty for the drama . He reflected upon this ; and I observed in an under - tone between question and no 202 LORD BYRON .
... any thing fa- vourable of it , even by courtesy ; but I could not . I was quite sure that I had no faculty for the drama . He reflected upon this ; and I observed in an under - tone between question and no 202 LORD BYRON .
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... sure of him whose word no man dared to doubt , who wished to retain any particle of his favour . Mr. Snelgrove , Lieutenant of l'Eclair , was at Leghorn , and of course a fre- quent attendant at Pisa at the time that Mr. Leigh Hunt was ...
... sure of him whose word no man dared to doubt , who wished to retain any particle of his favour . Mr. Snelgrove , Lieutenant of l'Eclair , was at Leghorn , and of course a fre- quent attendant at Pisa at the time that Mr. Leigh Hunt was ...
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... sure , he never hinted to me a syllable of any thing of the sort . He knew , if he did , that he should get at the truth , as far as I was concerned . But it is not impossible , that notwithstanding VOL . I. P what he knew of me , his ...
... sure , he never hinted to me a syllable of any thing of the sort . He knew , if he did , that he should get at the truth , as far as I was concerned . But it is not impossible , that notwithstanding VOL . I. P what he knew of me , his ...
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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.