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... a series of the most unaccountable and improbable adventures , to gull the
Parisian and travelling world with : but I thought afterwards that he had quite
enough of the genius which they are equally incapable of comprehending as
imitating.
... a series of the most unaccountable and improbable adventures , to gull the
Parisian and travelling world with : but I thought afterwards that he had quite
enough of the genius which they are equally incapable of comprehending as
imitating.
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It is far from my intention to gloss over the failings of Lord Byron , or premeditately
to wound the feelings of those to whom in his dying moments bis thoughts were
given ; ' but those who knew him best knew that his « many faults » arose neither
...
It is far from my intention to gloss over the failings of Lord Byron , or premeditately
to wound the feelings of those to whom in his dying moments bis thoughts were
given ; ' but those who knew him best knew that his « many faults » arose neither
...
Page xxxix
Is there a noble sentiment , a lofty thought , a sublime conception , in the book ?
Ah ! yes , is the answer . But what of that ? it is only the roué Byron that speaks ! Is
a kind , a generous action of the man mentioned ? « Yes , yes , » comments the ...
Is there a noble sentiment , a lofty thought , a sublime conception , in the book ?
Ah ! yes , is the answer . But what of that ? it is only the roué Byron that speaks ! Is
a kind , a generous action of the man mentioned ? « Yes , yes , » comments the ...
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It is true enough that the thoughts and feelings embodied in this fictitious
personage ' s character , as poetized by Lord ... very trains of dark and
misanthropic thought , which , had we done otherwise , might have given way to
every thing that ...
It is true enough that the thoughts and feelings embodied in this fictitious
personage ' s character , as poetized by Lord ... very trains of dark and
misanthropic thought , which , had we done otherwise , might have given way to
every thing that ...
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He likewise had some thoughts of going to the United States of America , where
he was known and esteemed - indeed he was once on the point of departure . He
often felt the want of some other occupation than During Lord Byron ' s ...
He likewise had some thoughts of going to the United States of America , where
he was known and esteemed - indeed he was once on the point of departure . He
often felt the want of some other occupation than During Lord Byron ' s ...
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Page 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 166 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 183 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Page 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. 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!
Page 272 - 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
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Page 158 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
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| Title | The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Volumes 1-2 The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Published | 1825 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 21 Jun 2007 |
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