Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... perhaps be better ; but I will battle my way against them all , like a porcupine . " August 12. 1819.- " You are right , Gifford is right , Crabbe is right , Hobhouse is right - you are all right , and I am all wrong ; but do , pray ...
... perhaps be better ; but I will battle my way against them all , like a porcupine . " August 12. 1819.- " You are right , Gifford is right , Crabbe is right , Hobhouse is right - you are all right , and I am all wrong ; but do , pray ...
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... perhaps we cannot say that there is equal purity throughout ; but there is not much of an opposite kind , to offend even fastidious criticism , or sour morality . That Lord Byron is the author there is internal proof . The public mind ...
... perhaps we cannot say that there is equal purity throughout ; but there is not much of an opposite kind , to offend even fastidious criticism , or sour morality . That Lord Byron is the author there is internal proof . The public mind ...
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... perhaps , before wit- nessed . Much as we despise cant , we should despise ourselves still more , if we did not express contempt and indignation for the heartless profligacy which marks the volume before us . We wish we were the poet's ...
... perhaps , before wit- nessed . Much as we despise cant , we should despise ourselves still more , if we did not express contempt and indignation for the heartless profligacy which marks the volume before us . We wish we were the poet's ...
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... perhaps a bit of vile hypocrisy . ' Salvation is thus shut out at either entrance : the poet damns the man , and the man the poet . " Nobody will suspect us of being so absurd , as to suppose that it is pos- sible for people to draw no ...
... perhaps a bit of vile hypocrisy . ' Salvation is thus shut out at either entrance : the poet damns the man , and the man the poet . " Nobody will suspect us of being so absurd , as to suppose that it is pos- sible for people to draw no ...
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... perhaps , like a paradox ; but we are mistaken if we shall not make it intelligible enough in the end . " We think there are indecencies and indelicacies , seductive descriptions and profligate representations , which are extremely ...
... perhaps , like a paradox ; but we are mistaken if we shall not make it intelligible enough in the end . " We think there are indecencies and indelicacies , seductive descriptions and profligate representations , which are extremely ...
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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!