Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... 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 creation , destiny , and heaven itself — this is a ...
... 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 creation , destiny , and heaven itself — this is a ...
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... 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 ; ' and that , not by insinuation , but has actually stated himself to have sent money in ...
... 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 ; ' and that , not by insinuation , but has actually stated himself to have sent money in ...
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... soul- there is no woman of delicacy and vir- tue , as he admitted Lady Byron to be , who would not have hoped all things and suffered all things from one , her love of whom must have been inwoven with so many exalting elements of ...
... soul- there is no woman of delicacy and vir- tue , as he admitted Lady Byron to be , who would not have hoped all things and suffered all things from one , her love of whom must have been inwoven with so many exalting elements of ...
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... soul half weary of life , because unable to helieve in its own powers to live up to what it so intensely felt to be , and so reverentially honoured as , the right - the whole picture of this mighty spirit , often darkened , but never ...
... soul half weary of life , because unable to helieve in its own powers to live up to what it so intensely felt to be , and so reverentially honoured as , the right - the whole picture of this mighty spirit , often darkened , but never ...
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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!