Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Tom 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... body who was not a rascal that used it for a pur- pose . I maintain that it is the most moral of poems ; but if people won't discover the moral , that is their fault , not mine . " - April 6. 1819 .- " You sha'n't make canticles of my ...
... body who was not a rascal that used it for a pur- pose . I maintain that it is the most moral of poems ; but if people won't discover the moral , that is their fault , not mine . " - April 6. 1819 .- " You sha'n't make canticles of my ...
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... body of English poetry : the author has devoted his powers to the worst of purposes and passions ; and it increases his guilt and our sorrow , that he has devoted them entire . - " The moral strain of the whole poem is pitched in the ...
... body of English poetry : the author has devoted his powers to the worst of purposes and passions ; and it increases his guilt and our sorrow , that he has devoted them entire . - " The moral strain of the whole poem is pitched in the ...
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... body of the English nation — the religious , the moral , and the candid part of it -consider the tendency of his writings to be immoral and pernicious- and look upon his perseverance in that strain of composition with regret and ...
... body of the English nation — the religious , the moral , and the candid part of it -consider the tendency of his writings to be immoral and pernicious- and look upon his perseverance in that strain of composition with regret and ...
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... body of his works had been made up of gaudy ribaldry and flashy scepticism , the mis- chief , we think , would have been much less than it is . He is not more obscene , perhaps , than Dryden or Prior , and other classical and pardoned ...
... body of his works had been made up of gaudy ribaldry and flashy scepticism , the mis- chief , we think , would have been much less than it is . He is not more obscene , perhaps , than Dryden or Prior , and other classical and pardoned ...
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... body thinks as I do of it , although they have not the heart to say so . Old Gifford's brow relaxed as he gloated over it ; Mr. Croker chuckled ; Dr. Whitaker smirked ; Mr. Milman_sighed ; Mr. Coleridge took it to his bed with him , " I ...
... body thinks as I do of it , although they have not the heart to say so . Old Gifford's brow relaxed as he gloated over it ; Mr. Croker chuckled ; Dr. Whitaker smirked ; Mr. Milman_sighed ; Mr. Coleridge took it to his bed with him , " I ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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!