The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 7 |
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... Byron's de for this the of them , it sideration , order of pieces do with the a another risable ; positions own care and the a Pet - the appear The arrange and let the E informe ADVERTISEMENT . At the distance of eight years from Lord.
... Byron's de for this the of them , it sideration , order of pieces do with the a another risable ; positions own care and the a Pet - the appear The arrange and let the E informe ADVERTISEMENT . At the distance of eight years from Lord.
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... appear unquestionable . - - The poetical works of Lord Byron , thus arranged , and illustrated from his own diaries and letters- ( to many of which , as yet in MS . , the Editor has had access ) , and from the information of his ...
... appear unquestionable . - - The poetical works of Lord Byron , thus arranged , and illustrated from his own diaries and letters- ( to many of which , as yet in MS . , the Editor has had access ) , and from the information of his ...
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... appear discoloured with the bitter waters of thwarted affection and outraged pride . No person , it is hoped , will hesitate to confess that new light is thrown on such of these pieces as had been published previously , by the ar ...
... appear discoloured with the bitter waters of thwarted affection and outraged pride . No person , it is hoped , will hesitate to confess that new light is thrown on such of these pieces as had been published previously , by the ar ...
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... appear a casual coincidence with authors whose works I have been accustomed to read ; but I have not been guilty of intentional plagiarism . To produce any thing en- tirely new , in an age so fertile in rhyme , would be a Herculean task ...
... appear a casual coincidence with authors whose works I have been accustomed to read ; but I have not been guilty of intentional plagiarism . To produce any thing en- tirely new , in an age so fertile in rhyme , would be a Herculean task ...
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... appears to have been , in its original state , intended to commemorate the death of the same lowly - born youth , to whom the affec- tionate verses given in the preceding page were addressed : " Though low thy lot , since in a cottage ...
... appears to have been , in its original state , intended to commemorate the death of the same lowly - born youth , to whom the affec- tionate verses given in the preceding page were addressed : " Though low thy lot , since in a cottage ...
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Страница 176 - And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Страница 294 - Oh man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise, I never knew but one, and...
Страница 319 - By that lip I long to taste; By that zone-encircled waist; By all the token-flowers that tell What words can never speak so well; By love's alternate joy and woe, Maid of Athens!
Страница 239 - Who warns his friend to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double; Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Страница 211 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel : I only know we loved in vain— I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! 1808.
Страница 229 - twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment ? No : as soon Seek roses in December — ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore ; Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
Страница 240 - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy; ' A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the ' idiot in his glory ' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.
Страница 239 - Next comes the dull disciple of thy school, That mild apostate from poetic rule, The simple Wordsworth, framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May, Who warns his friend 'to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Страница 292 - When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been.
Страница 318 - Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest! Hear my vow before I go, Zurrí JJLOÜ, aas By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each /Egean wind; By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, ZlOT) fJLOtl, CTÚC à"yaTTÔ).