The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 7J. Murray, 1873 |
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... stanzas , which would be at the rate of more than a line a minute for eleven consecutive hours . Though Galt considers the feat not improbable , we believe it impossible , and are confident that if Lord Byron had performed it he would ...
... stanzas , which would be at the rate of more than a line a minute for eleven consecutive hours . Though Galt considers the feat not improbable , we believe it impossible , and are confident that if Lord Byron had performed it he would ...
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... stanzas , Wrote rhymes , sang songs , could also tell a story , Sold pictures , and was skilful in the dance as Italians can be , though in this their glory Must surely yield the palm to that which France has ; In short , he was a ...
... stanzas , Wrote rhymes , sang songs , could also tell a story , Sold pictures , and was skilful in the dance as Italians can be , though in this their glory Must surely yield the palm to that which France has ; In short , he was a ...
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... stanzas back , and so Laura the usual preparations made , Which you do when your mind's made up to go To - night to Mrs. Boehm's masquerade , Spectator , or partaker in the show ; The only difference known between the cases Is - here ...
... stanzas back , and so Laura the usual preparations made , Which you do when your mind's made up to go To - night to Mrs. Boehm's masquerade , Spectator , or partaker in the show ; The only difference known between the cases Is - here ...
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... stanza likes to make it , It needs must be - and so it rather lingers ; This form of verse began , I can't well break it , But must keep time and tune like public singers ; But if I once get through my present measure , I'll take ...
... stanza likes to make it , It needs must be - and so it rather lingers ; This form of verse began , I can't well break it , But must keep time and tune like public singers ; But if I once get through my present measure , I'll take ...
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... stanzas of good verse , entirely composed of common words , in their common places ; never presenting us with one sprig of what is called poetical diction , or even making use of a single inversion , either to raise the style or assist ...
... stanzas of good verse , entirely composed of common words , in their common places ; never presenting us with one sprig of what is called poetical diction , or even making use of a single inversion , either to raise the style or assist ...
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Page 239 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat 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 16 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. And sounds as if it should be writ on satin. With syllables which breathe of the sweet South. And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in. That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural. Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Page 158 - And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
Page 242 - 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 69 - I want a hero: an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one. Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one...
Page 146 - Well — well, the world must turn ; upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails. And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails...
Page 157 - At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose, That still could keep afloat the struggling tars...
Page 70 - in medias res', (Horace makes this the heroic turnpike road) And then your hero tells, whene'er you please, What went before — by way of episode, While seated after dinner at his ease, Beside his mistress in some soft abode, Palace, or garden, paradise, or cavern, Which serves the happy couple for a tavern.
Page 117 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence...
Page 195 - They are right ; for man, to man so oft unjust, Is always so to women ; one sole bond Awaits them, treachery is all their trust ; Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Buys them in marriage — and what rests beyond ? A thankless husband, next a faithless lover, Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all's over.