Miscellanies: Occasional pieces, 1807-1824J. Murray, 1837 |
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Pagina 19
... less dear to me , While Helen's form revives in thee , The breast , which beat to former joy , Will ne'er desert its pledge , my Boy ! 1807. [ First published 1830. ] FAREWELL ! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER . FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer ...
... less dear to me , While Helen's form revives in thee , The breast , which beat to former joy , Will ne'er desert its pledge , my Boy ! 1807. [ First published 1830. ] FAREWELL ! IF EVER FONDEST PRAYER . FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer ...
Pagina 44
... less heard of , Mrs. Spencer Smith , of whose escape the Marquis de Salvo published a narrative a few years ago . She has since been shipwrecked ; and her life has been from its commencement so fertile in remarkable incidents , that in ...
... less heard of , Mrs. Spencer Smith , of whose escape the Marquis de Salvo published a narrative a few years ago . She has since been shipwrecked ; and her life has been from its commencement so fertile in remarkable incidents , that in ...
Pagina 46
... less ? Nor be , what man should ever be , The friend of Beauty in distress ? Ah ! who would think that form had past Through Danger's most destructive path , Had braved the death - wing'd tempest's blast , And ' scaped a tyrant's ...
... less ? Nor be , what man should ever be , The friend of Beauty in distress ? Ah ! who would think that form had past Through Danger's most destructive path , Had braved the death - wing'd tempest's blast , And ' scaped a tyrant's ...
Pagina 53
... less celebrated passage ; for I recollect that , when we were in Portugal , he swam from Old Lisbon to Belem Castle , and having to contend with a tide and counter current , the wind blowing freshly , was but little less than two hours ...
... less celebrated passage ; for I recollect that , when we were in Portugal , he swam from Old Lisbon to Belem Castle , and having to contend with a tide and counter current , the wind blowing freshly , was but little less than two hours ...
Pagina 69
... less . 1 But let this pass — I'll whine no more , Nor seek again an eastern shore ; The world befits a busy brain , I'll hie me to its haunts again . But if , in some succeeding year , When Britain's " May is in the sere , " Thou hear ...
... less . 1 But let this pass — I'll whine no more , Nor seek again an eastern shore ; The world befits a busy brain , I'll hie me to its haunts again . But if , in some succeeding year , When Britain's " May is in the sere , " Thou hear ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adieu Alhama Athens beauty behold better birth blood bosom breast Byron Letters canst dark dear death deep dream earth eyes fair fame fate feel Ferrara forget Francesca FRANCESCA OF RIMINI gaze gentle glory grave Greek grief hath heart Heaven honour hope hour lady lines live lonely Lord Byron Lord Holland mind Moore Murray ne'er never Newstead Abbey o'er once ORCHOMENUS pain passion poem poet Ravenna rhyme ridan Romaic scene Sheridan shore sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit STANZAS sweet Tasso tears tell thee thine things Thomas Moore thou art thou hast thou wert thought translation Venice verses weep words written youth ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν Διὰ νὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ ἐν ἕνα καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ πῶς σᾶς τὰ τὰς τῆς τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
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Pagina 170 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Pagina 22 - If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? — With silence and tears.
Pagina 260 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Pagina 240 - Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso : Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso. La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante : Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse : Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante..
Pagina 176 - Thy godlike crime was to be kind. To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness. And strengthen Man with his own mind ; But baffled as thou wert from high. Still in thy patient energy, In the endurance, and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit...
Pagina 136 - 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 would'st at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even...
Pagina 161 - Opera), the best farce (the Critic— it is only too good for a farce), and the best Address (Monologue on Garrick), and, to crown all, delivered the very best Oration (the famous Begum Speech) ever conceived or heard in this country.
Pagina 144 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
Pagina 260 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Pagina 163 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man : These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her ; And both were young, and one was beautiful : And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood...