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... turning to account the superstitions of the Pagan worship , transmuted the observation of the day into a Christian festival . It is singu- lar , however , that we have no St. Fool . We have saints of every other name in our calendar ...
... turning to account the superstitions of the Pagan worship , transmuted the observation of the day into a Christian festival . It is singu- lar , however , that we have no St. Fool . We have saints of every other name in our calendar ...
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... turn his influence to advantage , by lecturing him , probably with sincerity , upon the bard's absur- dities in scepticism . But Byron ask- ed no higher opportunity than to make the most of his infidel fame , and he loaded his adviser ...
... turn his influence to advantage , by lecturing him , probably with sincerity , upon the bard's absur- dities in scepticism . But Byron ask- ed no higher opportunity than to make the most of his infidel fame , and he loaded his adviser ...
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... , notion that gamblers are as happy as many people , being always excited . Women , wine , fame , the table , even ambition , sate now and then . But every turn of the card , and cast of the Moore's Notices of Lord Byron . 17.
... , notion that gamblers are as happy as many people , being always excited . Women , wine , fame , the table , even ambition , sate now and then . But every turn of the card , and cast of the Moore's Notices of Lord Byron . 17.
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... turn away one who needed relief . So smoothly did the current of life glide on with my three neighbors , till , in a luckless hour , a widower neighbor of sixty - five took it into his head to woo the sister , who was about the same age ...
... turn away one who needed relief . So smoothly did the current of life glide on with my three neighbors , till , in a luckless hour , a widower neighbor of sixty - five took it into his head to woo the sister , who was about the same age ...
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... turn from the change with disgust . Nature , in almost every case , is our best guide . Hence the native color of our own hair is , in general , better adapted to our own complexions than a wig of a contrary hue . A thing may be ...
... turn from the change with disgust . Nature , in almost every case , is our best guide . Hence the native color of our own hair is , in general , better adapted to our own complexions than a wig of a contrary hue . A thing may be ...
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Page 120 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 470 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Page 415 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 370 - Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 470 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair— Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child !
Page 120 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Page 367 - We have laughed at little jests ; For the fount of hope was gushing, Warm and joyous, in our breasts ; But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow. We have been gay together: Shall a light word part us now? We have been sad together ; We have wept, with bitter tears, O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years ; The voices which are silent there Would bid thee clear thy brow.
Page 121 - Previously to my departure, it had been strongly impressed on my mind, that Lord Byron was under the influence of insanity. This opinion was derived in a great measure from the communications made to me by his nearest relatives and personal attendant, who had more opportunities than myself of observing him during the latter part of my stay in town.
Page 196 - Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ;— There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed ; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than...
Page 119 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...