The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, Albemarles Street., 1834 - Poets, English |
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... fall by the " cast of the die . " In the latter event , I shall submit without a murmur ; for , though not without solicitude for the fate of these effusions , my expect- ations are by no means sanguine . It is probable that I may have ...
... fall by the " cast of the die . " In the latter event , I shall submit without a murmur ; for , though not without solicitude for the fate of these effusions , my expect- ations are by no means sanguine . It is probable that I may have ...
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... fall , which injured her spine , and induced consumption . Her sister Augusta ( by some thought still more beautiful , ) died of the same malady ; and it was , indeed , in attending her , that Margaret met with the accident which ...
... fall , which injured her spine , and induced consumption . Her sister Augusta ( by some thought still more beautiful , ) died of the same malady ; and it was , indeed , in attending her , that Margaret met with the accident which ...
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... fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . How different now thy joyless fate , Since first Hesione thy bride , When placed aloft in godlike state , The ...
... fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . How different now thy joyless fate , Since first Hesione thy bride , When placed aloft in godlike state , The ...
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... fall into the sear ; That age will come on , when remembrance , deploring , Contemplates the scenes of her youth with a tear ; That the time must arrive , when , no longer retaining Their auburn , those locks must wave thin to the ...
... fall into the sear ; That age will come on , when remembrance , deploring , Contemplates the scenes of her youth with a tear ; That the time must arrive , when , no longer retaining Their auburn , those locks must wave thin to the ...
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... falling to disgrace , Hail'd a barbarian in her Cæsar's place , So you , degenerate , share as hard a fate , And seat Pomposus where your Probus sate . ( 1 ) In March , 1805 , Dr. Drury retired from his situation of head - master at ...
... falling to disgrace , Hail'd a barbarian in her Cæsar's place , So you , degenerate , share as hard a fate , And seat Pomposus where your Probus sate . ( 1 ) In March , 1805 , Dr. Drury retired from his situation of head - master at ...
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ANACREON bard beauty beneath blast bless blest bliss bosom breast Calmar Capel Lofft CATULLUS dare dark dead dear death delight dream Dunciad e'en Edinburgh Review edition expire eyes fair fame fate father fear feel flame foes folly fond forget friendship genius glory glow grave Harrow heart heaven heroes honour hope hour kiss lady lines live Lochlin Lord Byron Lord Carlisle Lord Henry Petty love's last adieu lyre Mathon mind Moore muse ne'er never Newstead Newstead Abbey night Nisus and Euryalus noble numbers o'er once Orla Oscar passion perchance poem poet praise pride Probus published remembrance rhyme rise roll satire scene shade sigh sire sleep smile song soothe soul stanzas strain sweet tears thee thine thou throng tomb translation truth twill verse wave weep wings wonted written young youth
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Page 294 - By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise ; I never knew but one, — and here he lies.
Page 239 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Page 239 - Next comes the dull disciple of thy school, That mild apostate from poetic rule, The simple Wordsworth, framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May, Who warns his friend 'to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Page 113 - Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse ere I tread you again : Nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain. England ! thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roved...
Page 112 - I strode through the pine-covered glade. I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch ua Garr.
Page 171 - Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers, it would have joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill matched in years (she is two years my elder), and — and — and — what has been the result?
Page 188 - 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 211 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again.
Page 240 - Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of 'an idiot boy'; A moon-struck, silly lad, who lost his way, And, like his bard, confounded night with day; So close on each pathetic part he dwells, And each adventure so sublimely tells, That all who view the 'idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story.
Page 240 - idiot in his glory' Conceive the bard the hero of the story. Shall gentle Coleridge pass unnoticed here, To turgid ode and tumid stanza dear? Though themes of innocence amuse him best, Yet still obscurity's a welcome guest. If Inspiration should her aid refuse To him who takes a pixy for a muse, Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass The bard who soars to elegise an ass.