The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 5J. Murray, 1835 |
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... honour of the present may be dis- puted . Did you write the good lines on --- Laker ? * * the " The Queen has made a pretty theme for the journals . Was there ever such evidence published ? Why , it is worse than Little's Poems ' or Don ...
... honour of the present may be dis- puted . Did you write the good lines on --- Laker ? * * the " The Queen has made a pretty theme for the journals . Was there ever such evidence published ? Why , it is worse than Little's Poems ' or Don ...
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... , but it will not do . ' I perfectly acquiesce in the truth of this remark ; but the world had done me the honour to begin the war ; and , assuredly , if 6 peace is only to be obtained by courting and paying NOTICES OF THE 1820 .
... , but it will not do . ' I perfectly acquiesce in the truth of this remark ; but the world had done me the honour to begin the war ; and , assuredly , if 6 peace is only to be obtained by courting and paying NOTICES OF THE 1820 .
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... , written , I believe , by Walter Scott , doing great honour to him , and no disgrace to me , though both poetically and personally more than sufficiently favourable to the work and the author 1820 . 9 LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
... , written , I believe , by Walter Scott , doing great honour to him , and no disgrace to me , though both poetically and personally more than sufficiently favourable to the work and the author 1820 . 9 LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
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... honoured Pope's poetry with my whole soul , and hope to do so till my dying day . I would rather see all I have ever written lining the same trunk in which I actually read the eleventh book of a modern Epic poem at Malta in 1811 , ( I ...
... honoured Pope's poetry with my whole soul , and hope to do so till my dying day . I would rather see all I have ever written lining the same trunk in which I actually read the eleventh book of a modern Epic poem at Malta in 1811 , ( I ...
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... honoured by his contemporaries . I will venture to assert , that the sale of the Paradise Lost was greater in the first four years after its publication than that of The Excursion , ' in the same number , with the difference of nearly a ...
... honoured by his contemporaries . I will venture to assert , that the sale of the Paradise Lost was greater in the first four years after its publication than that of The Excursion , ' in the same number , with the difference of nearly a ...
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Страница 22 - The morning precious; beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit. Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit. Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Страница 67 - Tis a grand poem — and so true! — true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things — time — language — the earth — the bounds of the sea — the stars of the sky, and every thing 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal.
Страница 52 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
Страница 196 - I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state...
Страница 306 - Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Страница 9 - I recollect, however, that having been much hurt by Romilly's conduct (he, having a general retainer for me, had acted as adviser to the adversary, alleging, on being reminded of his retainer, that he had forgotten it, as his clerk had so many), I observed that some of those who were now eagerly laying...
Страница 27 - When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours ; Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
Страница 354 - ... and regular interment. You can have no idea what an extraordinary effect such a funeral pile has, on a desolate shore, with mountains in the back-ground and the sea before, and the singular appearance the salt and frankincense gave to the flame. All of Shelley was consumed, except his heart, which would not take the flame, and is now preserved in spirits of wine.
Страница 109 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." ["There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Страница 113 - I feel exactly as you do about our ' art," but it comes over me in a kind of rage every now and then, like • • • • and then, if I do n't write to empty my mind, I go mad.