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Pagina viii
... leave the game , as every succeeding hazard will diminish the chance of his rising a winner . But , they cater ill for the public , and give indifferent advice to the poet , — supposing him possessed of the highest qualities viii ...
... leave the game , as every succeeding hazard will diminish the chance of his rising a winner . But , they cater ill for the public , and give indifferent advice to the poet , — supposing him possessed of the highest qualities viii ...
Pagina 5
... leave of that stage , and henceforth will mountebank it no longer . " In the evening , a Gazette Extraordinary announced the abdication of Fontainebleau , and the poet violated his vows next morning , by composing this Ode , which he ...
... leave of that stage , and henceforth will mountebank it no longer . " In the evening , a Gazette Extraordinary announced the abdication of Fontainebleau , and the poet violated his vows next morning , by composing this Ode , which he ...
Pagina 7
... . The last may still leave their marks ; and I guess now ' ( as the Yankees say ) , that he will yet play them a pass . " - B . Diary , April 8. ] Chain'd by the trunk he vainly broke- Alone - how B 4 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 7.
... . The last may still leave their marks ; and I guess now ' ( as the Yankees say ) , that he will yet play them a pass . " - B . Diary , April 8. ] Chain'd by the trunk he vainly broke- Alone - how B 4 ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 7.
Pagina 10
... leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! XI . Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus in vain -- Thy triumphs tell of fame no more , Or deepen every stain : If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might ...
... leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind ! XI . Thine evil deeds are writ in gore , Nor written thus in vain -- Thy triumphs tell of fame no more , Or deepen every stain : If thou hadst died as honour dies , Some new Napoleon might ...
Pagina 19
... leaves of this volume . Oh fool ! I shall go mad . " " These extracts are from the Diary of March and April . Before the end of May he had begun the composition of “ Lara , ” which has been almost universally considered as the ...
... leaves of this volume . Oh fool ! I shall go mad . " " These extracts are from the Diary of March and April . Before the end of May he had begun the composition of “ Lara , ” which has been almost universally considered as the ...
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Pagina vii - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pagina 241 - As then to me he seem'd to fly, And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Pagina 75 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pagina 313 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp'd upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink. With that water, as this wine, The libation I would pour Should be — peace with thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore.
Pagina 315 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Pagina 236 - The last — the sole — the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Pagina 127 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, 50 Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Pagina 228 - PRISONER OF CHILLON. MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Pagina 232 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay; We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked.
Pagina 186 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well : Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'T was not well to spurn it so.