The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Band 14John Murray, 1847 |
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... give my own opinion . That opinion I express no further now than to say that , after having read the work , I cannot grant the injunction until you show me that you can maintain an action for it . If you cannot maintain an action ...
... give my own opinion . That opinion I express no further now than to say that , after having read the work , I cannot grant the injunction until you show me that you can maintain an action for it . If you cannot maintain an action ...
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... give him the credit of " writing conscientiously . " We respect his understanding too highly to apprehend that he intended a benefit to mankind in doing his best to make them dis- contented , BISHOP HEBER . Milton , with true tact and ...
... give him the credit of " writing conscientiously . " We respect his understanding too highly to apprehend that he intended a benefit to mankind in doing his best to make them dis- contented , BISHOP HEBER . Milton , with true tact and ...
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... ) ( 1 ) [ In the drawing of Cain himself , there is much vigorous expression : It seems , however , as if , in the effort to give to Lucifer that " spiritual Lucifer . Alas ! those tears ! Could'st thou but CAIN . 43.
... ) ( 1 ) [ In the drawing of Cain himself , there is much vigorous expression : It seems , however , as if , in the effort to give to Lucifer that " spiritual Lucifer . Alas ! those tears ! Could'st thou but CAIN . 43.
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... give birth to those Who can but suffer many years , and die , Methinks is merely propagating death , And multiplying murder . Lucifer . Thou canst not All die - there is what must survive . Cain . The Other Spake not of this unto my ...
... give birth to those Who can but suffer many years , and die , Methinks is merely propagating death , And multiplying murder . Lucifer . Thou canst not All die - there is what must survive . Cain . The Other Spake not of this unto my ...
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... give us by their continuance . In the spring of life , the gilding of the sunshine , the verdure of the fields , and the variegated paintings of the sky , are so ex- quisite in the eyes of infants at their first looking abroad into a ...
... give us by their continuance . In the spring of life , the gilding of the sunshine , the verdure of the fields , and the variegated paintings of the sky , are so ex- quisite in the eyes of infants at their first looking abroad into a ...
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Abel Adah Adam angels art thou aught baron bear beautiful behold beneath blood Bohemia born brother Cain character child Count curse dare dark death deem'd didst doth doubt dust e'er earth Eric eternal evil Exit eyes father fear feel Frankfort Fritz fruits GABOR grave happy hath heard heart heaven hour Hungarian Iden IDENSTEIN immortal innocence Jehovah JOSEPHINE leave less live look look'd Lord Byron Lucifer Mystery ne'er nereid Neuha never night noble o'er Paradise Paradise Lost peace poem Prague pre-Adamite racter rest rock round scarce SCENE serpent shore show'd Sieg Siegendorf sire smile sought soul spirit Stral Stralenheim stranger thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Torquil tree true Twill Ulric unto wave Werner wretched young Zillah
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Seite 354 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Seite 289 - The peace has made one general malcontent Of these high-market patriots; war was rent! Their love of country, millions all misspent, How reconcile? by reconciling rent!
Seite 355 - Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best ; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Seite 264 - Where — taming thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Seite 355 - No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus - and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.
Seite 5 - The attempt to bully you, because they think it will not succeed with me, seems to me as atrocious an attempt as ever disgraced the times. What! when Gibbon's, Hume's, Priestley's, and 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.
Seite 300 - The women at Otaheite are handsome, mild and cheerful in their manners and conversation, possessed of great sensibility, and have sufficient delicacy to make them admired and beloved. The chiefs were so much attached to our people, that they rather encouraged their stay among them than otherwise, and even made them promises of large possessions. Under these, and many other...
Seite 293 - There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul: And he, whose lightning pierced the' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines; Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.
Seite 295 - While throng'd the chiefs of every Highland clan To hail their brother, Vich Ian Alderman ! Guildhall grows Gael, and echoes with Erse roar, While all the Common Council cry " Claymore !" To see proud Albyn's tartans as a belt Gird the gross sirloin of a city Celt...
Seite 2 - The fiend-like reasoning and bold blasphemy of the fiend and of his pupil, lead exactly to the point which was to be expected — the commission of the first murder, and the ruin and despair of the perpetrator.