Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... heaven itself — this is a sort of violence , the effect of which is either to sear or to disgust the mind of the ... heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep , and leave thy vain bibble - babble ! ' " Another sage , long since dead ...
... heaven itself — this is a sort of violence , the effect of which is either to sear or to disgust the mind of the ... heavens restore ! endeavour thyself to sleep , and leave thy vain bibble - babble ! ' " Another sage , long since dead ...
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... deal of judgment , Though heaven knows how it ever found a lodgement . ' These lines are exceedingly touching , and they have that character of truth which distinguishes Lord Byron's poetry . He writes like 12 TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS .
... deal of judgment , Though heaven knows how it ever found a lodgement . ' These lines are exceedingly touching , and they have that character of truth which distinguishes Lord Byron's poetry . He writes like 12 TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS .
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... heaven was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets . ' - Fearful indeed was the prodigy - a book without a bookseller ; an adver- tisement without an advertiser- a deed without a name . ' After all this portentous parturition , out ...
... heaven was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets . ' - Fearful indeed was the prodigy - a book without a bookseller ; an adver- tisement without an advertiser- a deed without a name . ' After all this portentous parturition , out ...
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... heaven , only to dash them to the earth again , and break them in pieces the more effectually from the very height they have fallen . Our enthusiasm for genius or virtue is thus turned into a jest by the very person who has kindled it ...
... heaven , only to dash them to the earth again , and break them in pieces the more effectually from the very height they have fallen . Our enthusiasm for genius or virtue is thus turned into a jest by the very person who has kindled it ...
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... heaven , such was the strange assemblage of contrary elements , all meeting together in the same mind , and all brought to bear , in turn , upon the same task , from which alone could have sprung this extraordinary poem - the most ...
... heaven , such was the strange assemblage of contrary elements , all meeting together in the same mind , and all brought to bear , in turn , upon the same task , from which alone could have sprung this extraordinary poem - the most ...
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Page 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, 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 90 - 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 321 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Page 325 - 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 320 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Page 324 - 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 324 - 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 93 - 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.
Page 12 - 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 ? • Alas!