The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 15J. Murray, 1835 - Poets, English |
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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 , let ...
... 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 , let ...
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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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Page 313 - Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart | Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns ? iAh!
Page 211 - As eager to anticipate their grave; And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell, And down she suck'd with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Page 305 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Page 78 - 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.
Page 304 - 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.
Page 28 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow ; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow ! We will not see them ; will not go, To-day, nor yet to-morrow, Enough if in our hearts we know There's such a place as Yarrow.
Page 211 - 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.
Page 184 - 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?
Page 191 - Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain...
Page 81 - 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.