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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... ; perhaps it is so and I have only to hope , that in adding to the attractions of the title - page , it will not make the greater part of the work seem unworthy of it . PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION . THE appearance of this xii PREFACE .
... ; perhaps it is so and I have only to hope , that in adding to the attractions of the title - page , it will not make the greater part of the work seem unworthy of it . PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION . THE appearance of this xii PREFACE .
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... hope , that in the long run , the very defect will be of use to the world ; but speaking for myself in the meantime , I confess I have no wish to be thought ill of by any body ; and the fault ( singularly enough ) is at variance with ...
... hope , that in the long run , the very defect will be of use to the world ; but speaking for myself in the meantime , I confess I have no wish to be thought ill of by any body ; and the fault ( singularly enough ) is at variance with ...
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... hope itself a part of success , he fully assented to the utility of my opinion ; and neither in word nor deed did he show himself a jot differ- ent from what he had ever been , except in his admiration of the satirical writings of Lord ...
... hope itself a part of success , he fully assented to the utility of my opinion ; and neither in word nor deed did he show himself a jot differ- ent from what he had ever been , except in his admiration of the satirical writings of Lord ...
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... hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in this . But the moment is a bitter one , which discovers to c 3 VOL . I. Let us , that those of whom we have entertained the THE SECOND EDITION . xxxvii.
... hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in this . But the moment is a bitter one , which discovers to c 3 VOL . I. Let us , that those of whom we have entertained the THE SECOND EDITION . xxxvii.
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... hope . He could not be otherwise . But he prepared me to find others not exactly what I had taken them for . I little thought at the time , how much reason I should have to remember his words . Leghorn is a polite Wapping , with a ...
... hope . He could not be otherwise . But he prepared me to find others not exactly what I had taken them for . I little thought at the time , how much reason I should have to remember his words . Leghorn is a polite Wapping , with a ...
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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.