The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, Albemarles Street., 1834 - Poets, English |
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... Fragment On leaving Newstead Abbey Lines written in " Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman ; " by J. J. Rousseau : founded on Facts Page 3 5 9 11 11 12 14 15 · 19 Answer to the Foregoing Adrian's Address to his Soul ·
... Fragment On leaving Newstead Abbey Lines written in " Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman ; " by J. J. Rousseau : founded on Facts Page 3 5 9 11 11 12 14 15 · 19 Answer to the Foregoing Adrian's Address to his Soul ·
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... Lines addressed to a young Lady , who was alarmed 54 55 at the Sound of a Bullet hissing near her · · 57 Love's last Adieu 59 Damætas 61 To Marion 61 To a Lady who presented to the Author a Lock of Hair braided with his own Oscar of ...
... Lines addressed to a young Lady , who was alarmed 54 55 at the Sound of a Bullet hissing near her · · 57 Love's last Adieu 59 Damætas 61 To Marion 61 To a Lady who presented to the Author a Lock of Hair braided with his own Oscar of ...
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... Lines addressed to the Rev. J. T. Becher , on his advising the Author to mix more with Society The Death of Calmar and Orla . An Imitation of 153 Macpherson's Ossian 155 L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes 161 The Prayer of Nature To Edward ...
... Lines addressed to the Rev. J. T. Becher , on his advising the Author to mix more with Society The Death of Calmar and Orla . An Imitation of 153 Macpherson's Ossian 155 L'Amitié est l'Amour sans Ailes 161 The Prayer of Nature To Edward ...
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... Lines written beneath an Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow [ ARTICLE ON THE " HOURS OF IDLENESS , " FROM THE EDINBURGH REVIEW.7 OCCASIONAL PIECES : WRITTEN IN 1807-8 . The Adieu . Written under the Impression that the Author would soon ...
... Lines written beneath an Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow [ ARTICLE ON THE " HOURS OF IDLENESS , " FROM THE EDINBURGH REVIEW.7 OCCASIONAL PIECES : WRITTEN IN 1807-8 . The Adieu . Written under the Impression that the Author would soon ...
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... Lines inscribed upon a Cup formed from a Skull 217 ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEW- ERS : A SATIRE 219 OCCASIONAL ... Lines to Mr. Hodgson . Written on board the Lisbon Packet 305 Lines written in an Album at Malta 308 To Florence 308 ...
... Lines inscribed upon a Cup formed from a Skull 217 ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEW- ERS : A SATIRE 219 OCCASIONAL ... Lines to Mr. Hodgson . Written on board the Lisbon Packet 305 Lines written in an Album at Malta 308 To Florence 308 ...
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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.