Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Volume 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 440 pagine |
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Pagina xv
... believe he ulti- mately makes his way with them . They feel it to be their interest that he should ; and they learn even to bring out their vir- tues at the warmth of his belief in virtue . But meanwhile it is only by an effort of ...
... believe he ulti- mately makes his way with them . They feel it to be their interest that he should ; and they learn even to bring out their vir- tues at the warmth of his belief in virtue . But meanwhile it is only by an effort of ...
Pagina xxviii
... believe it . With the exception of Queen Mab , I never remember him to have regretted any thing he had written but one poem with an obscure title , the existence of which is hardly known . His unfavourable opinion of Queen Mab he ...
... believe it . With the exception of Queen Mab , I never remember him to have regretted any thing he had written but one poem with an obscure title , the existence of which is hardly known . His unfavourable opinion of Queen Mab he ...
Pagina xxxii
... my book , be capable of thinking that I have utter- ed a single thing which I do not believe to be true , or that in what I have uttered I was prompted by any impulses incapable of a gene- rous construction xxxii PREFACE TO.
... my book , be capable of thinking that I have utter- ed a single thing which I do not believe to be true , or that in what I have uttered I was prompted by any impulses incapable of a gene- rous construction xxxii PREFACE TO.
Pagina xxxvi
... believe , that it is not in the power of sincerity and open- ness to offend me , beyond an almost imme- diate forgiveness . I am sure , that sincerity and good - nature , united , could not possibly do so , let the truths they told me ...
... believe , that it is not in the power of sincerity and open- ness to offend me , beyond an almost imme- diate forgiveness . I am sure , that sincerity and good - nature , united , could not possibly do so , let the truths they told me ...
Pagina xxxvii
... believe in any such alternative . The sight of one open face , -I could almost say , of one green and quiet field , -would be enough to make me hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in this . But the ...
... believe in any such alternative . The sight of one open face , -I could almost say , of one green and quiet field , -would be enough to make me hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in this . But the ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 446 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 437 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Pagina 437 - Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 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?
Pagina 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; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pagina 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 364 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pagina 419 - Knowing within myself (he says) the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.— What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished.'— Preface, p.