Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... sure of being remembered hereafter for his gallant seizure of Bellingham , the assassin of Perceval , in the lobby of the House of Commons , on the 11th of May , 1812 ; and the establishment of the first Weekly Journal of Criticism and ...
... sure of being remembered hereafter for his gallant seizure of Bellingham , the assassin of Perceval , in the lobby of the House of Commons , on the 11th of May , 1812 ; and the establishment of the first Weekly Journal of Criticism and ...
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... sure , the lofty - minded and virtuous men whom Lord Byron has debased himself by insulting , will close the volume which contains their own injuries , with no feelings save those of pity for Him that has inflicted them , and for Her ...
... sure , the lofty - minded and virtuous men whom Lord Byron has debased himself by insulting , will close the volume which contains their own injuries , with no feelings save those of pity for Him that has inflicted them , and for Her ...
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... sure no man can read these solemn verses too often , and we recommend them for repetition , as the best and most conclusive of all pos- sible answers , whenever the name of Byron is insulted by those who per- mit themselves to forget ...
... sure no man can read these solemn verses too often , and we recommend them for repetition , as the best and most conclusive of all pos- sible answers , whenever the name of Byron is insulted by those who per- mit themselves to forget ...
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... sure us , and , like Nero , gives us nothing but a little harmony to console us for the conflagration he has caused . I shall sum up my opinion of Don Juan in the words of Scaliger on a poem of Cardinal Bembus : - ' Hoc poema vocare ...
... sure us , and , like Nero , gives us nothing but a little harmony to console us for the conflagration he has caused . I shall sum up my opinion of Don Juan in the words of Scaliger on a poem of Cardinal Bembus : - ' Hoc poema vocare ...
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... sure , is the same ; but then the measure is as old as the hills . But the spirit of the two poets is as different as can be . Mr. Frere writes elegantly , playfully , very like a gentleman , and a scholar , and a respectable man ; and ...
... sure , is the same ; but then the measure is as old as the hills . But the spirit of the two poets is as different as can be . Mr. Frere writes elegantly , playfully , very like a gentleman , and a scholar , and a respectable man ; and ...
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Страница 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Страница 90 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Страница 321 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Страница 325 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Страница 320 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Страница 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Страница 324 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Страница 324 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Страница 93 - 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 12 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? • Alas!