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 xxxvi
... sure , that sincerity and good - nature , united , could not possibly do so , let the truths they told me make me never so melancholy . I hardly dare tell the reader , how little even the grossest abuse affects me , in the angry sense ...
... sure , that sincerity and good - nature , united , could not possibly do so , let the truths they told me make me never so melancholy . I hardly dare tell the reader , how little even the grossest abuse affects me , in the angry sense ...
Pagina 24
... Angelo , and is worthy of him . It is in a bold and broad style through- out , with those harmonious graces of propor- tion which are sure to be found in an Italian mansion . The outside is of rough marble . Lower 24 LORD BYRON .
... Angelo , and is worthy of him . It is in a bold and broad style through- out , with those harmonious graces of propor- tion which are sure to be found in an Italian mansion . The outside is of rough marble . Lower 24 LORD BYRON .
Pagina 32
... sure they are not right ; and that the system of mere bustle and compe- tition ends in little good to any body . I can see an improvement in it ultimately , when the vicissitude comes which every body attributes to the nature of human ...
... sure they are not right ; and that the system of mere bustle and compe- tition ends in little good to any body . I can see an improvement in it ultimately , when the vicissitude comes which every body attributes to the nature of human ...
Pagina 108
... sure that he has got rid , to this day , of the notion that it was returned . He was taken in , as others had been , and as all the world chose and delighted to be , as long as the flattering self - reflection was allowed a rem- nant to ...
... sure that he has got rid , to this day , of the notion that it was returned . He was taken in , as others had been , and as all the world chose and delighted to be , as long as the flattering self - reflection was allowed a rem- nant to ...
Pagina 198
... sure by consulting Lucan , and to him I referred my critic , who was convinced and happy . Our author writes like a man of sense on the mistakes committed by Mr. Bowles during the Pope controversy ; but with all due deference to the ...
... sure by consulting Lucan , and to him I referred my critic , who was convinced and happy . Our author writes like a man of sense on the mistakes committed by Mr. Bowles during the Pope controversy ; but with all due deference to the ...
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Brani popolari
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.