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 pages |
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... Moore . Meanwhile , however , in order to answer a question put to me in the Quar- terly Review , I will suppose that I heard it elsewhere , and that it was put by some honest man . " that " It is well known , " says the Review , Lord ...
... Moore . Meanwhile , however , in order to answer a question put to me in the Quar- terly Review , I will suppose that I heard it elsewhere , and that it was put by some honest man . " that " It is well known , " says the Review , Lord ...
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... Moore's book appears ; and if the person who holds the alleged valedictory Epistle , " so long and so hostile , for which the other valedictory Epistle was substituted , so short and so friendly , will come forward with it , and is a ...
... Moore's book appears ; and if the person who holds the alleged valedictory Epistle , " so long and so hostile , for which the other valedictory Epistle was substituted , so short and so friendly , will come forward with it , and is a ...
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... Moore . Mr. Moore ought to have been ashamed of himself , when he acted in that underhand man- ner against his old acquaintance and his own cause . He knew what a situation I was in ; what a family I had ; what struggles I had gone ...
... Moore . Mr. Moore ought to have been ashamed of himself , when he acted in that underhand man- ner against his old acquaintance and his own cause . He knew what a situation I was in ; what a family I had ; what struggles I had gone ...
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... Moore himself not attacked in his day ? Many that never offend- ed him , and some whose calamities gave them a right to be spared . How might not Lord Byron ( as the world shall see ) have trampled on the memory of my friend Mr. Shelley ...
... Moore himself not attacked in his day ? Many that never offend- ed him , and some whose calamities gave them a right to be spared . How might not Lord Byron ( as the world shall see ) have trampled on the memory of my friend Mr. Shelley ...
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... Moore , merely for saying that the Liberal had a " taint " in it . . It was a thing bad enough to say , and foolish ; but Mr. Moore might have accused the Li- beral of having a thousand taints in it , had " he discussed that matter ...
... Moore , merely for saying that the Liberal had a " taint " in it . . It was a thing bad enough to say , and foolish ; but Mr. Moore might have accused the Li- beral of having a thousand taints in it , had " he discussed that matter ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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!
Page 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.