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... HUMAN WISHES . " 96 THE POETRY OF NATURE AND ART 97 POPE versus THE POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY 103 LORD BYRON AND MR . MURRAY 104 UNIVERSALITY OF LORD BYRON'S FAME 106 Page MR . TAAFFE • LORD BYRON'S ATTEMPT TO BECOME.
... HUMAN WISHES . " 96 THE POETRY OF NATURE AND ART 97 POPE versus THE POETS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY 103 LORD BYRON AND MR . MURRAY 104 UNIVERSALITY OF LORD BYRON'S FAME 106 Page MR . TAAFFE • LORD BYRON'S ATTEMPT TO BECOME.
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... human being , except Lord Clare , the friend of my infancy , for whom I feel anything that deserves the name . All my others are men - of - the - world friendships . I did not even feel it for Shelley , however much I admired and ...
... human being , except Lord Clare , the friend of my infancy , for whom I feel anything that deserves the name . All my others are men - of - the - world friendships . I did not even feel it for Shelley , however much I admired and ...
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... human ashes , Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN , a Dog , Who was born at Newfoundland , May , 1803 , And died at Newstead Abbey , November 18 , 1808 . In his original will Lord Byron directed that he should be buried ...
... human ashes , Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN , a Dog , Who was born at Newfoundland , May , 1803 , And died at Newstead Abbey , November 18 , 1808 . In his original will Lord Byron directed that he should be buried ...
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... human , and his humour ( it is difficult to define what is wit ) perfect . Then he has fifty faces , and twice as many voices , when he mimics - I never met his equal . Now , were I a woman , and eke a virgin , that is the man I should ...
... human , and his humour ( it is difficult to define what is wit ) perfect . Then he has fifty faces , and twice as many voices , when he mimics - I never met his equal . Now , were I a woman , and eke a virgin , that is the man I should ...
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... human being even in his frailties , —but a cool unconcerned fiend , laughing with a detestable glee over the whole of the better and worse elements of which human life is composed . " In another place there appears " the lurking - place ...
... human being even in his frailties , —but a cool unconcerned fiend , laughing with a detestable glee over the whole of the better and worse elements of which human life is composed . " In another place there appears " the lurking - place ...
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Страница 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Страница 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Страница 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Страница 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Страница 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Страница 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Страница 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Страница 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Страница 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.