Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 pages |
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... and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where he speaks of my " not very tractable children . " Thank God , they were not tractable to him ! I have something very awful to say xxii PREFACE TO.
... and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where he speaks of my " not very tractable children . " Thank God , they were not tractable to him ! I have something very awful to say xxii PREFACE TO.
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... passage now and then , which showed that he was not incapable of it ; but the passion on which he delights to dwell , is either that of boys and girls , extremely prone and boarding - school ; or of heroines , who take a delight in ...
... passage now and then , which showed that he was not incapable of it ; but the passion on which he delights to dwell , is either that of boys and girls , extremely prone and boarding - school ; or of heroines , who take a delight in ...
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... passages that he marked in that author . Franklin he liked . He respected him for his acquisition of wealth and power ; and would have stood in awe , had he known him , of the refined worldliness of his character , and the influence it ...
... passages that he marked in that author . Franklin he liked . He respected him for his acquisition of wealth and power ; and would have stood in awe , had he known him , of the refined worldliness of his character , and the influence it ...
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... passages ; but Lord Byron had no copy in Italy . It was sent , by his direction , straight from Mr. Murray to the publisher's ; and the first time I beheld it , was in the work that I edited . That first number of " The Liberal " got us ...
... passages ; but Lord Byron had no copy in Italy . It was sent , by his direction , straight from Mr. Murray to the publisher's ; and the first time I beheld it , was in the work that I edited . That first number of " The Liberal " got us ...
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... passage to Sestri , where a crowd of ple assailed us , like savages at an island , for our patronage and portmanteaus . They were robust , clamorous , fishy fellows , like so many children of the Tritons in Raphael's pictures ; as if ...
... passage to Sestri , where a crowd of ple assailed us , like savages at an island , for our patronage and portmanteaus . They were robust , clamorous , fishy fellows , like so many children of the Tritons in Raphael's pictures ; as if ...
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Page 429 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd ; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon ; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez ; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Page 434 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare...
Page 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 435 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Page 437 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Page 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 340 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Page 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...