The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 12J. Murray, 1904 |
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... recollect , I do not oblige you to publish them ; you may suppress them , if you like , but I can alter nothing . I have erased the six stanzas about those two impostors , Southey and Wordsworth ( which I suppose will give you great ...
... recollect , I do not oblige you to publish them ; you may suppress them , if you like , but I can alter nothing . I have erased the six stanzas about those two impostors , Southey and Wordsworth ( which I suppose will give you great ...
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... recollect , I do not oblige you to publish them ; you may suppress them , if you like , but I can alter nothing . I have erased the six stanzas about those two impostors , Southey and Wordsworth ( which I suppose will give you great ...
... recollect , I do not oblige you to publish them ; you may suppress them , if you like , but I can alter nothing . I have erased the six stanzas about those two impostors , Southey and Wordsworth ( which I suppose will give you great ...
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... recollect this , as they are mere verses of Society , and written upon private feelings and passions . And , moreover , I cannot consent to any mutilations or omissions of Pulci : the original has been ever free from such in Italy , the ...
... recollect this , as they are mere verses of Society , and written upon private feelings and passions . And , moreover , I cannot consent to any mutilations or omissions of Pulci : the original has been ever free from such in Italy , the ...
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... recollect your absent friends and authors . I return you the packets . The prose ( the Edin . Mag . answer ) looks better than I thought it would , and you 1. See Letters , vol . iv . p . 423 , note 1 , and Appendix XL may publish it ...
... recollect your absent friends and authors . I return you the packets . The prose ( the Edin . Mag . answer ) looks better than I thought it would , and you 1. See Letters , vol . iv . p . 423 , note 1 , and Appendix XL may publish it ...
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... recollect them perfectly when sung . Music assists my memory through the ear , not through the eye ; I mean , that her quavers perplex me upon paper , but they are a help when heard . And thus I was glad to see the words without their ...
... recollect them perfectly when sung . Music assists my memory through the ear , not through the eye ; I mean , that her quavers perplex me upon paper , but they are a help when heard . And thus I was glad to see the words without their ...
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Página 443 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Página 222 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 247 - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? 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.
Página 447 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Página 427 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Página 149 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Página 440 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey...
Página 447 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
Página 394 - Fame! — if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
Página 153 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen, and save. Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus; By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...