Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15 |
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In the mean time , we have been much puzzled how to put the reader , who does
not recollect the incidents of 1819 , in possession of any thing like an adequate
view of the nature and extent of the animadversion called forth by the first ...
In the mean time , we have been much puzzled how to put the reader , who does
not recollect the incidents of 1819 , in possession of any thing like an adequate
view of the nature and extent of the animadversion called forth by the first ...
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... grotesque , displaying a new hue and a new beauty , the noble author has
shown an absolute control over his means ; and at every cadence , rhyme , or
construction , however whimsical , delighted us with novel and magical asso .
ciations .
... grotesque , displaying a new hue and a new beauty , the noble author has
shown an absolute control over his means ; and at every cadence , rhyme , or
construction , however whimsical , delighted us with novel and magical asso .
ciations .
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In the mean time we leave him , praying for him , with the clown in Twelfth Night :
Thy wits the heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep , and leave thy vain
bibble - babble ! ' Another sage , long since dead and forgotten , was entitled the
...
In the mean time we leave him , praying for him , with the clown in Twelfth Night :
Thy wits the heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep , and leave thy vain
bibble - babble ! ' Another sage , long since dead and forgotten , was entitled the
...
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... of his own character : • Yet Jóse was an honourable man ; That I must say ,
who knew him very well . ' If , then , he is this honourable man , we shall not call
in vain for an act of justice at his hands , in declaring that he did not mean his
word to ...
... of his own character : • Yet Jóse was an honourable man ; That I must say ,
who knew him very well . ' If , then , he is this honourable man , we shall not call
in vain for an act of justice at his hands , in declaring that he did not mean his
word to ...
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... and then to turn back and wound her widowed privacy with unhallowed strains
of cold blooded mockery - - was brutally . fiendishly , inexpiably mean . For
impurities there might be some possibility of pardon , were they supposed to
spring ...
... and then to turn back and wound her widowed privacy with unhallowed strains
of cold blooded mockery - - was brutally . fiendishly , inexpiably mean . For
impurities there might be some possibility of pardon , were they supposed to
spring ...
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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!