Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15 |
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I ' d rather be the wretch that scrawls His idiot nonsense on the walls ; Not quite a
man , not quite a brute , Than I would basely prostitute My powers to serve the
cause of vice , To build some jewel ' d edifice So fair , so foul , – framed with such
...
I ' d rather be the wretch that scrawls His idiot nonsense on the walls ; Not quite a
man , not quite a brute , Than I would basely prostitute My powers to serve the
cause of vice , To build some jewel ' d edifice So fair , so foul , – framed with such
...
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... fashion . able work the Letters of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu , ' in a hundred
books of travels , and in a thousand volumes of novels and romances , the
peculiar companions by day , and the pillow associates by night , of most of the
fair sex .
... fashion . able work the Letters of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu , ' in a hundred
books of travels , and in a thousand volumes of novels and romances , the
peculiar companions by day , and the pillow associates by night , of most of the
fair sex .
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Fair hangs the apple frae the rock , But we will leave it growing . O er hilly path ,
and open Strath , We ' ll wander Scotland thorough ; But , though so near , we will
not turn . Into the Dale of Yarrow . “ O ! rich , " said I , “ are Juan ' s rhymes , And ...
Fair hangs the apple frae the rock , But we will leave it growing . O er hilly path ,
and open Strath , We ' ll wander Scotland thorough ; But , though so near , we will
not turn . Into the Dale of Yarrow . “ O ! rich , " said I , “ are Juan ' s rhymes , And ...
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I am aware 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 ...
I am aware 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 ...
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... is poetry to be found ? ” Even in descriptive poetry , the lowest department of
the art , he will be found , on a fair exa . mination , to surpass any living writer . he
is so positive on the subject , and then 94 OBSERVATIONS UPON AN ARTICLE.
... is poetry to be found ? ” Even in descriptive poetry , the lowest department of
the art , he will be found , on a fair exa . mination , to surpass any living writer . he
is so positive on the subject , and then 94 OBSERVATIONS UPON AN ARTICLE.
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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!