Hours of idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from Horace. The curse of Minerva. The waltz. Age of bronze. The vision of judgment. Morgante maggioreJohn Murray, 1831 |
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... verses of J. M. Pigot , Esq . on the cruelty of his mistress To the sighing Strephon The tear • 30 ib . • 31 3838 . 33 35 To Miss Lines written in " Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman , by J. J. Rousseau , founded on ...
... verses of J. M. Pigot , Esq . on the cruelty of his mistress To the sighing Strephon The tear • 30 ib . • 31 3838 . 33 35 To Miss Lines written in " Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman , by J. J. Rousseau , founded on ...
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... verses sent by a friend to the author , complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn Granta Lachin y Gair To Romance · Elegy on Newstead Abbey • 132 " 137 139 145 · 148 151 On a change of masters at a great ...
... verses sent by a friend to the author , complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn Granta Lachin y Gair To Romance · Elegy on Newstead Abbey • 132 " 137 139 145 · 148 151 On a change of masters at a great ...
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... verse generally encounter , but may incur the charge of presumption for obtruding myself on the world , when , without doubt , I might be , at my age , more usefully employed . These productions are the fruits of the lighter hours of a ...
... verse generally encounter , but may incur the charge of presumption for obtruding myself on the world , when , without doubt , I might be , at my age , more usefully employed . These productions are the fruits of the lighter hours of a ...
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... thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 . * Only printed in the private volume . - ED . REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT , 20 20 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1802 . * Only printed in the private volume . - ED . REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT , 20 20 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT , ESQ . , ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS MISTRESS * . 1 . fret ? WHY , Pigot , complain Of this damsel's disdain , Why thus in despair do you For months you may try , Yet ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT , ESQ . , ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS MISTRESS * . 1 . fret ? WHY , Pigot , complain Of this damsel's disdain , Why thus in despair do you For months you may try , Yet ...
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Page 319 - We know what we are, but we know not what we may be...
Page 409 - God save the king !" It is a large economy In God to save the like ; but if he will Be saving, all the better ; for not one am I Of those who think damnation better still...
Page 201 - THE poesy of this young lord belongs to the class which neither gods nor men are said to permit. Indeed, we do not recollect to have seen a quantity of verse with so few deviations in either direction from that exact standard. His effusions are spread over a dead flat, and can no more get above or below the level, than if they were so much stagnant water.
Page 256 - Science' self destroy'd her favourite son! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle...
Page 206 - ... that he should again condescend to become an author. Therefore, let us take what we get, and be thankful. What right have we poor devils to be nice ? We are well off to have got so much from a man of this lord's station, who does not live in a garret, but " has the sway
Page 331 - 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!
Page 225 - ... shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose ; Convincing all, by demonstration plain, 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
Page 407 - In the first year of freedom's second dawn Died George the Third ; although no tyrant, one Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn Left him nor mental nor external sun...
Page 18 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
Page 145 - Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse, ere I tread you again: Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain: England! thy beauties are tame and domestic, To one who has rov'd on the mountains afar: Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.