Cato [pseud.] to Lord Byron on the Immorality of His WritingsW. Wetton, 1824 - 128 páginas |
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... moral sense of mankind is attempted to be perverted , and their religious opinions and feelings are held up to contempt , a mere silent judgment can no longer be rested in . Our duty then runs in a higher form , and , where offence is ...
... moral sense of mankind is attempted to be perverted , and their religious opinions and feelings are held up to contempt , a mere silent judgment can no longer be rested in . Our duty then runs in a higher form , and , where offence is ...
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... moral nakedness of the land , but to indulge in occasionally , and to exhibit the variety of its soil and the richness and exuberance of its productions . I pledge myself to no formal division of the course of such reflections as I may ...
... moral nakedness of the land , but to indulge in occasionally , and to exhibit the variety of its soil and the richness and exuberance of its productions . I pledge myself to no formal division of the course of such reflections as I may ...
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... moral requisites for the undertaking , so far as he dared to adventure on these awful themes , has failed ; a circumstance the less to be wondered at when Milton , with far mightier powers , could barely keep his genius from sinking ...
... moral requisites for the undertaking , so far as he dared to adventure on these awful themes , has failed ; a circumstance the less to be wondered at when Milton , with far mightier powers , could barely keep his genius from sinking ...
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... moral casuistry of this kind . The evil spread over community in its nakedness , must in its nakedness be at- tacked , and , if possible , eradicated . Though , therefore , we are far from wishing to " track the steps of glory to the ...
... moral casuistry of this kind . The evil spread over community in its nakedness , must in its nakedness be at- tacked , and , if possible , eradicated . Though , therefore , we are far from wishing to " track the steps of glory to the ...
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... moral depravities " half to the ardour which its birth bestows . " The deduction converted into a canon of criticism , would be horrible . Your celebrated little effusion , Fare thee well ! the last I shall advert to , is , perhaps ...
... moral depravities " half to the ardour which its birth bestows . " The deduction converted into a canon of criticism , would be horrible . Your celebrated little effusion , Fare thee well ! the last I shall advert to , is , perhaps ...
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Cato to Lord Byron: On the Immorality of His Writings (Classic Reprint) George Burges No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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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...