The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Band 15John Murray, 1847 |
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... knew him very well . ' If , then , he is this honourable man , we shall not call in vain for an act of justice at his hands , in declaring that he did not mean his word to be taken , when , for the sake of a jest ( our readers will ...
... knew him very well . ' If , then , he is this honourable man , we shall not call in vain for an act of justice at his hands , in declaring that he did not mean his word to be taken , when , for the sake of a jest ( our readers will ...
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... knew not whether they were of good or of evil , is laid as soundly to rest as the poor peasant whose ideas went not beyond his daily task . The voice of just blame and of malignant censure are at once silenced ; and we feel almost as if ...
... knew not whether they were of good or of evil , is laid as soundly to rest as the poor peasant whose ideas went not beyond his daily task . The voice of just blame and of malignant censure are at once silenced ; and we feel almost as if ...
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... knew little , except that I had written what is called poetry , was a nobleman , had married , became a father , and was involved in differences with my wife and her relatives , no one knew why , because the persons complaining refused ...
... knew little , except that I had written what is called poetry , was a nobleman , had married , became a father , and was involved in differences with my wife and her relatives , no one knew why , because the persons complaining refused ...
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... knew no remedy , having already used to their extent whatever little powers I might possess of pleasing in society . I had no party in fashion , though I was afterwards told that there was one- but it was not of my formation , nor 68 ...
... knew no remedy , having already used to their extent whatever little powers I might possess of pleasing in society . I had no party in fashion , though I was afterwards told that there was one- but it was not of my formation , nor 68 ...
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... knew pos- sessing , or having possessed too , as a writer , the ear of the public for the time being - I have not adopted a different plan in my own compositions , and endea- voured to correct rather than encourage the taste of the day ...
... knew pos- sessing , or having possessed too , as a writer , the ear of the public for the time being - I have not adopted a different plan in my own compositions , and endea- voured to correct rather than encourage the taste of the day ...
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Seite 221 - 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 88 - 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 91 - But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule 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 88 - 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 see-saw between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Seite 321 - 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 329 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay.
Seite 317 - 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 316 - 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 276 - They are right; for man, to man so oft unjust, Is always so to women; one sole bond Awaits them, treachery is all their trust; Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Buys them in marriage — and what rests beyond? A thankless husband, next a faithless lover, Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all's over.
Seite 327 - tis the hour of prayer ! Ave Maria ! 'tis the hour of love ! Ave Maria ! may our spirits dare Look up to thine and to thy Son's above ! Ave Maria ! oh that face so fair ! Those downcast eyes beneath the Almighty dove — What though 'tis but a pictured image strike, That painting is no idol, — 'tis too like.