Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15 |
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Why , man , the soul of such writing is its licence ; at least the liberty of that
licence , if one likes - not that one should abuse it . It is like Trial by Jury and
Peerage , and the Habeas Corpus - a very fine thing , but chiefly in the reversion ;
because ...
Why , man , the soul of such writing is its licence ; at least the liberty of that
licence , if one likes - not that one should abuse it . It is like Trial by Jury and
Peerage , and the Habeas Corpus - a very fine thing , but chiefly in the reversion ;
because ...
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... moving sentiment and indecent ribaldry , of afflicting , soul - rending pictures of
human distress , rendered keen by the most pure and hallowed sympathies of the
human breast , and absolute jeering of human nature , and general mockery of ...
... moving sentiment and indecent ribaldry , of afflicting , soul - rending pictures of
human distress , rendered keen by the most pure and hallowed sympathies of the
human breast , and absolute jeering of human nature , and general mockery of ...
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... as the condition of praising an author ; and yet the miserable man ( for
miserable he is , as having a soul of which he cannot get rid ) , who has given
birth to this pestilent poem , has not scrupled to lay this to the charge of " The
British Review ...
... as the condition of praising an author ; and yet the miserable man ( for
miserable he is , as having a soul of which he cannot get rid ) , who has given
birth to this pestilent poem , has not scrupled to lay this to the charge of " The
British Review ...
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Had he not heaper insult upon insult , and scorn upon scorn - had he not forced
the iron of his contempt into her very soul – there is no woman of delicacy and
virtue , as he admitted Lady Byron to be , who would not have hoped all things
and ...
Had he not heaper insult upon insult , and scorn upon scorn - had he not forced
the iron of his contempt into her very soul – there is no woman of delicacy and
virtue , as he admitted Lady Byron to be , who would not have hoped all things
and ...
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The deep and passionate struggles with the inferior elements of his nature ( and
ours ) which it records - the lofty thirsting after purity - the heroic devotion of a soul
half weary of life , because unable to helieve in its own powers to live up to ...
The deep and passionate struggles with the inferior elements of his nature ( and
ours ) which it records - the lofty thirsting after purity - the heroic devotion of a soul
half weary of life , because unable to helieve in its own powers to live up to ...
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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!