Cato [pseud.] to Lord Byron on the Immorality of His WritingsW. Wetton, 1824 - 128 páginas |
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... crime by the commission of another . Your hero through- out is a character composed of hardened and fiery feelings . He deliberately endangers the object of his love for the indulgence of his ap- petites , and , with a consciousness ...
... crime by the commission of another . Your hero through- out is a character composed of hardened and fiery feelings . He deliberately endangers the object of his love for the indulgence of his ap- petites , and , with a consciousness ...
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... crime , and confesses , on the very brink of eternity , that for the pleasure of another such illicit indulgence he would again endure the bitterness and the shame . If this be not carry- ing a criminal passion to its most debauched and ...
... crime , and confesses , on the very brink of eternity , that for the pleasure of another such illicit indulgence he would again endure the bitterness and the shame . If this be not carry- ing a criminal passion to its most debauched and ...
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... one virtue and a thousand crimes ; ” * Gulnare , as cruel as Lady Macbeth , and as wanton as the wife of Potiphar , have yet not the power to detach us from the sweetness of * Corsair . the poetry and the sorrows of Medora . But this 14.
... one virtue and a thousand crimes ; ” * Gulnare , as cruel as Lady Macbeth , and as wanton as the wife of Potiphar , have yet not the power to detach us from the sweetness of * Corsair . the poetry and the sorrows of Medora . But this 14.
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... crime absolvable but by dipping his hands and wring- ing his soul in the execution of his own flesh and blood . It is , in short , virtue demolished in every thought of the heart , and sin concentrated in every portion of the deed . The ...
... crime absolvable but by dipping his hands and wring- ing his soul in the execution of his own flesh and blood . It is , in short , virtue demolished in every thought of the heart , and sin concentrated in every portion of the deed . The ...
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... crime by the commission of another . Your hero through- out is a character composed of hardened and fiery feelings . He deliberately endangers the object of his love for the indulgence of his ap- petites , and , with a consciousness ...
... crime by the commission of another . Your hero through- out is a character composed of hardened and fiery feelings . He deliberately endangers the object of his love for the indulgence of his ap- petites , and , with a consciousness ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admire advert amid awful beauty behold blood breath Bride of Abydos Canto cast character charm Childe Harold composition confess considered corrupt Corsair crimes dark dead death delight disgust divine Doge of Venice dreadful dust duty enchantment exhibition fame fear feelings genius Giaour give glory grace grandeur heart Heaven hero holy honour human imagery imaginary hero immorality impiety indulgence insult Juan labours language Lara libidinous licentious Lord Byron Lordship's Lycophron Milton mind moral muse nature neglect ness never numbers o'er object offence paint Parisina Parthenon passions pencil personages perusal Phidias poem poet poetical poetry Potiphar powers praise pride Prisoner of Chillon prophaneness Quarterly Review racter reader recollections religion ribaldry Rome ruins sacred Satanic scene scenery sentiments shade shew Siege of Corinth silent solemn song soul spirit sublime suffering sweet taste tendency thee thing thought tion Turkish tale villain virtue virtuous wanton whole worship
Pasajes populares
Página 70 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 65 - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ? these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hoped to spend, Quiet, though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both...
Página 54 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility : Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Página 56 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Página 77 - There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies...
Página 83 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou!
Página 84 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Página 30 - This, therefore, is the praise of Shakespeare, that his drama is the mirror of life; that he who has mazed his imagination in following the phantoms which other writers raise up before him may here be cured of his delirious ecstasies by reading human sentiments in human language, by scenes from which a hermit may estimate the transactions of the world and a confessor predict the progress of the passions.
Página 70 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
Página 81 - What dreary change, what ruin is not thine ? How doth thy bowl intoxicate the mind ! To the Mjft entrance of thy rosy cave How dost thou lure the fortunate and great! Dreadful attraction ! while behind thee gapes Th...