Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15 |
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... but a cool unconcerned fiend , laughing with a detestable glee over the whole
of the better and worse elements of which human life is composed - treating well -
nigh with equal derision the most pure of virtues , and the most odious of vices ...
... but a cool unconcerned fiend , laughing with a detestable glee over the whole
of the better and worse elements of which human life is composed - treating well -
nigh with equal derision the most pure of virtues , and the most odious of vices ...
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... there is no woman of delicacy and virtue , 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 delicious
pride ...
... there is no woman of delicacy and virtue , 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 delicious
pride ...
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... and so reverentially honoured as , the right the whole picture of this mighty
spirit , often darkened , but never sunk , often erring , but never ceasing to see
and to worship the beauty of virtue - the repentance of it , the anguish , the
aspiration ...
... and so reverentially honoured as , the right the whole picture of this mighty
spirit , often darkened , but never sunk , often erring , but never ceasing to see
and to worship the beauty of virtue - the repentance of it , the anguish , the
aspiration ...
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It might not have been so easy to get over his dogmatic scepticism — his hard -
hearted maxims of misanthropy - his cold blooded and eager expositions of the
non - existence of virtue and honour . Even this , however , might have been ...
It might not have been so easy to get over his dogmatic scepticism — his hard -
hearted maxims of misanthropy - his cold blooded and eager expositions of the
non - existence of virtue and honour . Even this , however , might have been ...
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It must , however , be allowed that in this tale , he has not acted the wily part , of
concealing the poison under the appearance of virtue ; on the contrary , he
makes a frank confession of his principles , and glories in vice with the
unblushing ...
It must , however , be allowed that in this tale , he has not acted the wily part , of
concealing the poison under the appearance of virtue ; on the contrary , he
makes a frank confession of his principles , and glories in vice with the
unblushing ...
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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!