Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 5John Murray, 1833 |
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... sent state of English poetry . That this is the age of the decline of English poetry will be doubted by few who have calmly considered the subject . That there are men of genius among the present poets makes little against the fact ...
... sent state of English poetry . That this is the age of the decline of English poetry will be doubted by few who have calmly considered the subject . That there are men of genius among the present poets makes little against the fact ...
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... sent to you , and the causes thereof . " If you can check these foreign pirates , do ; if not , put the permissive papers in the fire . I can have no view nor object whatever , but to secure to you your property . “ Yours , & c ...
... sent to you , and the causes thereof . " If you can check these foreign pirates , do ; if not , put the permissive papers in the fire . I can have no view nor object whatever , but to secure to you your property . “ Yours , & c ...
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... sent to Mr. Murray of Albemarle Street . Will you explain to G. that I have no right to dispose of Murray's works without his leave ? and therefore I must refer him to M. to get the permit out of his claws - no easy matter , I suspect ...
... sent to Mr. Murray of Albemarle Street . Will you explain to G. that I have no right to dispose of Murray's works without his leave ? and therefore I must refer him to M. to get the permit out of his claws - no easy matter , I suspect ...
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... sent you a correspondence with Ga- lignani , and some documents on your property . You have now , I think , an opportunity of checking , or at least limiting , those French republications . You may let all your authors publish what they ...
... sent you a correspondence with Ga- lignani , and some documents on your property . You have now , I think , an opportunity of checking , or at least limiting , those French republications . You may let all your authors publish what they ...
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... sent off two soldiers to the guard - despatched Diego to the Cardinal with the news , and had the commandant carried up stairs into my own quarter . But it was too late , he was gone not at all disfigured - bled inwardly - not above an ...
... sent off two soldiers to the guard - despatched Diego to the Cardinal with the news , and had the commandant carried up stairs into my own quarter . But it was too late , he was gone not at all disfigured - bled inwardly - not above an ...
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Página 22 - 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. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Página 52 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
Página 145 - I have published a pamphlet on the Pope controversy, which you will not like. Had I known that Keats was dead — or that he was alive and so sensitive — I should have omitted some remarks upon his poetry, to which I was provoked by his attack upon Pope, and my disapprobation of his own style of writing.
Página 306 - Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Página 27 - When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours ; -Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
Página 9 - ... acquiesce in the truth of this remark ; but the world had done me the honour to begin the war ; and, assuredly, if peace is only to be obtained by courting and paying tribute to it, I am not qualified to obtain its countenance. I thought, in the words of Campbell, " ' Then wed thee to an exil'd lot, And if the world hath loved thee not, Its absence may be borne.
Página 275 - Much had passed Since last we parted; and those five short years — Much had they told ! His clustering locks were turned Grey; nor did aught recall the youth that swam From Sestos to Abydos.
Página 354 - ... and regular interment. You can have no idea what an extraordinary effect such a funeral pile has, on a desolate shore, with mountains in the back-ground and the sea before, and the singular appearance the salt and frankincense gave to the flame. All of Shelley was consumed, except his heart, which would not take the flame, and is now preserved in spirits of wine.
Página 109 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." ["There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Página 196 - I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever.