The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 5J. Murray, 1835 |
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... gives of her admirers ( as unfortunate ) at the close of The Abbot . ' " I must have made all these mistakes in recollect- ing my mother's account of the matter , although she was more accurate than I am , being precise upon points of ...
... gives of her admirers ( as unfortunate ) at the close of The Abbot . ' " I must have made all these mistakes in recollect- ing my mother's account of the matter , although she was more accurate than I am , being precise upon points of ...
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... - sionally asked myself , and I never yet could give it a satisfactory reply . I had then no thoughts of returning , and if I have any now , they are of busi- - - ness , and not of pleasure . Amidst the 10 1820 . NOTICES OF THE.
... - sionally asked myself , and I never yet could give it a satisfactory reply . I had then no thoughts of returning , and if I have any now , they are of busi- - - ness , and not of pleasure . Amidst the 10 1820 . NOTICES OF THE.
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... give them away than hack and hew them . I don't say that you are not right : I merely repeat that I cannot better them . I must either make a spoon , or spoil a horn ; ' and there's an end . 6 " Yours . " P. S. Of the praises of that ...
... give them away than hack and hew them . I don't say that you are not right : I merely repeat that I cannot better them . I must either make a spoon , or spoil a horn ; ' and there's an end . 6 " Yours . " P. S. Of the praises of that ...
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... give up mine ! ' No- body could be prouder of the praise of the Edin- burgh than I was , or more alive to their censure , as I showed in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers . At present all the men they have ever praised are degraded by ...
... give up mine ! ' No- body could be prouder of the praise of the Edin- burgh than I was , or more alive to their censure , as I showed in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers . At present all the men they have ever praised are degraded by ...
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... give me some index . The project , then , is for you and me to set up jointly a newspaper - nothing more nor less weekly , or so , with some improvement or modifica- tions upon the plan of the present scoundrels , who degrade that ...
... give me some index . The project , then , is for you and me to set up jointly a newspaper - nothing more nor less weekly , or so , with some improvement or modifica- tions upon the plan of the present scoundrels , who degrade that ...
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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 67 - Tis a grand poem — and so true! — true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things — time — language — the earth — the bounds of the sea — the stars of the sky, and every thing 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal.
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 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. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state...
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 9 - I recollect, however, that having been much hurt by Romilly's conduct (he, having a general retainer for me, had acted as adviser to the adversary, alleging, on being reminded of his retainer, that he had forgotten it, as his clerk had so many), I observed that some of those who were now eagerly laying...
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 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 113 - I feel exactly as you do about our ' art," but it comes over me in a kind of rage every now and then, like • • • • and then, if I do n't write to empty my mind, I go mad.