PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... true , that mothers who are not remarkable for capacities or virtues , have a great influence upon their sons , particularly when circumstances make the son an object of more than common interest . Now , George Byron was an only child ...
... true , that mothers who are not remarkable for capacities or virtues , have a great influence upon their sons , particularly when circumstances make the son an object of more than common interest . Now , George Byron was an only child ...
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... true his mind was cultivated , and his genius here imped its wings , but it was at the expense of his moral character . Nothing can be worse than educating boys in large masses , where there is great disparity in ages ; and where the ...
... true his mind was cultivated , and his genius here imped its wings , but it was at the expense of his moral character . Nothing can be worse than educating boys in large masses , where there is great disparity in ages ; and where the ...
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... true . But now , in her own territory of Copet , and the poet being in a sort of banishment , she was not only a hospitable hostess , but a friend . He became acquainted with Shelley at Geneva , and notwithstanding the difference of ...
... true . But now , in her own territory of Copet , and the poet being in a sort of banishment , she was not only a hospitable hostess , but a friend . He became acquainted with Shelley at Geneva , and notwithstanding the difference of ...
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... true " Don Juan " spirit , when he was struck with her beauty , diffi- calties only enhanced the pleasure of the pursuit ; but when those difficulties were overcome , his conduct , his letters , and his asso- ciations prove that his ...
... true " Don Juan " spirit , when he was struck with her beauty , diffi- calties only enhanced the pleasure of the pursuit ; but when those difficulties were overcome , his conduct , his letters , and his asso- ciations prove that his ...
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... True , she has forced thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And when the grave restores her dead , When life again to dust is ...
... True , she has forced thee from my breast , Yet , in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ; There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . And when the grave restores her dead , When life again to dust is ...
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Página 579 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 554 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 616 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 532 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 554 - But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Página 617 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 670 - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 302 - 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.
Página 567 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Página 532 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...