Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Band 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... opinion ? I don't mean to insinuate , God forbid ! but if , by any accident , there should have been such a corre- spondence between you and the unknown author , whoever he may be , send him back his money : dare say he will be very ...
... opinion ? I don't mean to insinuate , God forbid ! but if , by any accident , there should have been such a corre- spondence between you and the unknown author , whoever he may be , send him back his money : dare say he will be very ...
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... opinion ; but , if there be any who now , or in the progress of that poem , if it is to be continued , feel , or should feel themselves so ag- grieved as to require a more explicit answer , pri- vately and personally , they shall have ...
... opinion ; but , if there be any who now , or in the progress of that poem , if it is to be continued , feel , or should feel themselves so ag- grieved as to require a more explicit answer , pri- vately and personally , they shall have ...
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... opinion and the public conduct upon that occasion ? If he is , I am not : the public will forget both , long before I shall cease to remember either . ― The man who is exiled by a faction has the con- solation of thinking that he is a ...
... opinion and the public conduct upon that occasion ? If he is , I am not : the public will forget both , long before I shall cease to remember either . ― The man who is exiled by a faction has the con- solation of thinking that he is a ...
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... opinion , without the intervention of hostile politics , illegal judgment , or embarrassed circumstances , whether he be inno- cent or guilty , must undergo all the bitterness of exile , without hope , without pride , without allevi ...
... opinion , without the intervention of hostile politics , illegal judgment , or embarrassed circumstances , whether he be inno- cent or guilty , must undergo all the bitterness of exile , without hope , without pride , without allevi ...
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... opinion had elevated me to the rank of a rival - proud distinction , and unmerited ; but which has not prevented me from feeling as a friend , nor him from more than corresponding to that sentiment . The article in question was written ...
... opinion had elevated me to the rank of a rival - proud distinction , and unmerited ; but which has not prevented me from feeling as a friend , nor him from more than corresponding to that sentiment . The article in question was written ...
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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!