Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... blood and fiery passions ; - for impiety there might at least be pity , were it visible that the misery of the impious soul equalled its darkness ; - but for offences such as this , which cannot proceed either from the madness of sudden ...
... blood and fiery passions ; - for impiety there might at least be pity , were it visible that the misery of the impious soul equalled its darkness ; - but for offences such as this , which cannot proceed either from the madness of sudden ...
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... blood , and of banquets and intrigues to soothe it again ! If this doctrine stood alone , with its examples , it would revolt , we believe , more than it would seduce : - but the author of it has the unlucky gift of personating all ...
... blood , and of banquets and intrigues to soothe it again ! If this doctrine stood alone , with its examples , it would revolt , we believe , more than it would seduce : - but the author of it has the unlucky gift of personating all ...
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... blood - vessel on reading the article on his Endymion ' in the Quarterly Review . I have read the article before and since ; and although it is bitter , I do not think that a man should permit himself to be killed by it . But a young ...
... blood - vessel on reading the article on his Endymion ' in the Quarterly Review . I have read the article before and since ; and although it is bitter , I do not think that a man should permit himself to be killed by it . But a young ...
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... blood in vain . " " Ah ! what avails his glossy varying dyes , His purple crest , and scarlet - circled eyes ; The vivid green his shining plumes unfold , His painted wings , and breast that flames with gold . " " Round broken columns ...
... blood in vain . " " Ah ! what avails his glossy varying dyes , His purple crest , and scarlet - circled eyes ; The vivid green his shining plumes unfold , His painted wings , and breast that flames with gold . " " Round broken columns ...
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... blood , bone , marrow , passion , feeling- Because at least the past were pass'd away— And for the future- ( but I write this reeling , Having got drunk exceedingly to - day , So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling ) I say - the ...
... blood , bone , marrow , passion , feeling- Because at least the past were pass'd away— And for the future- ( but I write this reeling , Having got drunk exceedingly to - day , So that I seem to stand upon the ceiling ) I say - the ...
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Æneid Alfonso antè appears beautiful blood Boabdil boat Canto character Childe Harold Coleridge death devil Don Giovanni Don Juan doubt e'er Edinburgh Review English English poetry epic eyes fair fame father favour feel friends genius Giaour Grandmother's Review Haidée heart heaven honour hope hour human Juan's Julia knew lady less letter libertine living look'd Lord Byron mind Moore moral mother muse ne'er never noble o'er pantisocracy pass'd passion perhaps person Peter Bell poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise present reader rhyme ribaldry Samian wine scarce seem'd ship soul Southey spirit stanzas style sublime sure sweet tears There's thing thou thought turn'd Twas verse virtue Wat Tyler wave wife William Wordsworth wine wish words Wordsworth write written Yarrow young
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Página 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Página 90 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Página 321 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Página 325 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Página 320 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Página 324 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Página 324 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Página 93 - 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 12 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? • Alas!