Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... sort which Scandal with her hundred tongues whispered abroad , and Malignity joyfully believed and repeated , contained in it . ' Tis simply a tale and righte merrie conceit , flighty , wild , extrava- gant - immoral too , it must be ...
... sort which Scandal with her hundred tongues whispered abroad , and Malignity joyfully believed and repeated , contained in it . ' Tis simply a tale and righte merrie conceit , flighty , wild , extrava- gant - immoral too , it must be ...
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... sort of violence , the effect of which is either to sear or to disgust the mind of the reader , and which cannot be fairly character .. ised but as an insult and outrage . " The journal next to be cited is also now defunct ; but the ...
... sort of violence , the effect of which is either to sear or to disgust the mind of the reader , and which cannot be fairly character .. ised but as an insult and outrage . " The journal next to be cited is also now defunct ; but the ...
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... sort may have been insinuated against the author . But , he was such a profligate in his morals , that his name cannot be mentioned with any thing like tolerance . ' Was he so , indeed ? We should like extremely to have the catechising ...
... sort may have been insinuated against the author . But , he was such a profligate in his morals , that his name cannot be mentioned with any thing like tolerance . ' Was he so , indeed ? We should like extremely to have the catechising ...
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... sort of poetical merit : there are in it some of the finest passages which Lord Byron ever wrote ; there is amazing knowledge of human nature in it ; there is exquisite humour ; there is freedom , and bound , and vigour of narrative ...
... sort of poetical merit : there are in it some of the finest passages which Lord Byron ever wrote ; there is amazing knowledge of human nature in it ; there is exquisite humour ; there is freedom , and bound , and vigour of narrative ...
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... sort like that of Hercules of old , who became the author of all unappropriated prodigies . Lord B. has been supposed the author of the " Vampire , " of a " Pilgrimage to Jerusalem , " " To the Dead Sea , " of " Death upon the Pale ...
... sort like that of Hercules of old , who became the author of all unappropriated prodigies . Lord B. has been supposed the author of the " Vampire , " of a " Pilgrimage to Jerusalem , " " To the Dead Sea , " of " Death upon the Pale ...
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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!