Poetical Works, Volumen 2Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... o'er all prevail , And weigh their justice in a golden scale ; * Cid Hamet Benengeli promises repose to his pen , in the last chapter of Don Quixote . Oh ! that our voluminous gentry would follow the example of Cid Hamet Benengeli . t ...
... o'er all prevail , And weigh their justice in a golden scale ; * Cid Hamet Benengeli promises repose to his pen , in the last chapter of Don Quixote . Oh ! that our voluminous gentry would follow the example of Cid Hamet Benengeli . t ...
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... o'er The path which Pope and Gifford trod before ; If not yet sickened , you can still proceed : Go on ; my rhyme will tell you as you read . " But hold ! " exclaims a friend , " here's some neglect : This - that- and t ' other line ...
... o'er The path which Pope and Gifford trod before ; If not yet sickened , you can still proceed : Go on ; my rhyme will tell you as you read . " But hold ! " exclaims a friend , " here's some neglect : This - that- and t ' other line ...
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... O'er taste awhile these pseudo - bards prevail ; Each country book - club bows the knee to Baal , And , hurling lawful genius from the throne , Erects a shrine and idol of its own ; * * Some leaden calf - but whom it matters not , From ...
... O'er taste awhile these pseudo - bards prevail ; Each country book - club bows the knee to Baal , And , hurling lawful genius from the throne , Erects a shrine and idol of its own ; * * Some leaden calf - but whom it matters not , From ...
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... written by Mr. Jekyll . † [ In very early life , " Little's Poems " were Byron's favorite study . “ Heigho ! " he exclaims in 1820 , in a letter to Moore , " I Pure is the flame which o'er her altar burns ; 24 ENGLISH BARDS AND.
... written by Mr. Jekyll . † [ In very early life , " Little's Poems " were Byron's favorite study . “ Heigho ! " he exclaims in 1820 , in a letter to Moore , " I Pure is the flame which o'er her altar burns ; 24 ENGLISH BARDS AND.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Pure is the flame which o'er her altar burns ; From grosser incense with disgust she turns ; Yet kind to youth , this expiation o'er , She bids thee " mend thy line , and sin no more . " For thee ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Pure is the flame which o'er her altar burns ; From grosser incense with disgust she turns ; Yet kind to youth , this expiation o'er , She bids thee " mend thy line , and sin no more . " For thee ...
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Página 200 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 205 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 206 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Página 240 - As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Página 184 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Página 127 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 22 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Página 21 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Página 199 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 177 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.