Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 15John Murray, 1833 |
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... , like artful chemists , to extract an essence from the mass , which , resembling the honey from poisonous flowers , may yet be sweet and pure . " [ Aug. 1819. ] To which add a miscellany which , in spite of 10 TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS .
... , like artful chemists , to extract an essence from the mass , which , resembling the honey from poisonous flowers , may yet be sweet and pure . " [ Aug. 1819. ] To which add a miscellany which , in spite of 10 TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS .
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... sweet , Some lick the very dust beneath his feet . Jeffrey , with Christian charity so meek , Kisses the hand that smote him on the cheek . Gifford's retainers , Tory , Pittite , Rat , All join to soothe the surly Democrat . I , too ...
... sweet , Some lick the very dust beneath his feet . Jeffrey , with Christian charity so meek , Kisses the hand that smote him on the cheek . Gifford's retainers , Tory , Pittite , Rat , All join to soothe the surly Democrat . I , too ...
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... sweet and lofty illusions , and that with such grace and force and truth to nature , that it is impossible not to suppose , for the time , that he is among the most devoted of their votaries -till he casts off the character with a jerk ...
... sweet and lofty illusions , and that with such grace and force and truth to nature , that it is impossible not to suppose , for the time , that he is among the most devoted of their votaries -till he casts off the character with a jerk ...
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... sweet , fiery , rapid , easy — beautifully easy , anti - humbug style of Don Juan . Ten stanzas of it are worth all your Manfred — and yet your Manfred is a noble poem , too , in its way . I had really no idea what a very clever fellow ...
... sweet , fiery , rapid , easy — beautifully easy , anti - humbug style of Don Juan . Ten stanzas of it are worth all your Manfred — and yet your Manfred is a noble poem , too , in its way . I had really no idea what a very clever fellow ...
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... sweet feelings ; and when we once understand and appreciate the author , and make up our minds not fretfully and vainly to wish him other than he is , it is impossible not to enjoy what he chooses to pour out before us with such ...
... sweet feelings ; and when we once understand and appreciate the author , and make up our minds not fretfully and vainly to wish him other than he is , it is impossible not to enjoy what he chooses to pour out before us with such ...
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Page 225 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 90 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 321 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Page 325 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Page 320 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 90 - Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.
Page 324 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad.
Page 324 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Page 93 - And compass vile; so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Page 12 - No more — no more — Oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee : Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew ? • Alas!