The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 7 |
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... BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEW . ERS : A SATIRE OCCASIONAL PIECES : WRITTEN IN 1808-1810 . Well , thou art happy ! Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland · 219 291 Dog 292 · To a Lady , on being asked my Reason for quitting England in ...
... BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEW . ERS : A SATIRE OCCASIONAL PIECES : WRITTEN IN 1808-1810 . Well , thou art happy ! Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland · 219 291 Dog 292 · To a Lady , on being asked my Reason for quitting England in ...
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... bards , who have enjoyed both these advan- tages . But they derive considerable fame , and a few not less profit , from their productions ; while I shall expiate my rashness as an interloper , certainly without the latter , and in all ...
... bards , who have enjoyed both these advan- tages . But they derive considerable fame , and a few not less profit , from their productions ; while I shall expiate my rashness as an interloper , certainly without the latter , and in all ...
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... bard ; His was no faint , fictitious flame : Like his , may love be thy reward , But not thy hapless fate the same . ( 2 ) ( 1 ) Lord Strangford's translations of Camoën's Amatory Poems are mentioned by Mr. Moore as having been at this ...
... bard ; His was no faint , fictitious flame : Like his , may love be thy reward , But not thy hapless fate the same . ( 2 ) ( 1 ) Lord Strangford's translations of Camoën's Amatory Poems are mentioned by Mr. Moore as having been at this ...
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... bard at Christmas written , And laid the scene of love in Britain , He surely , in commiseration , Had changed the place of declaration . ( 1 ) In the above little piece the author has been accused by some candid readers of introducing ...
... bard at Christmas written , And laid the scene of love in Britain , He surely , in commiseration , Had changed the place of declaration . ( 1 ) In the above little piece the author has been accused by some candid readers of introducing ...
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... bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouch'd , the harp must stand , No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his ...
... bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouch'd , the harp must stand , No minstrel dare the theme awake ; Guilt would benumb his ...
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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).