Lady Byron Vindicated: A History of the Byron Controversy, from Its Beginning in 1816 to the Present TimeFields, Osgood, & Company, 1870 - Всего страниц: 482 |
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Стр. 125 - Wherefore let them that suffer according to the will of God commit the keeping of their souls to him in well doing, [as] unto a faithful Creator.
Стр. 297 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness, And mind and dust, and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive.
Стр. 324 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Стр. 296 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Стр. 30 - tis not that now I shrink from what is suffer'd : let him speak Who hath beheld decline upon my brow, Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak ; But in this page a record will I seek. Not in the air shall these my words disperse, Though I be ashes ; a far hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse, And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! cxxxv. That curse shall be Forgiveness.
Стр. 324 - Those thou never more may'st see,' Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes where'er thou goest.
Стр. 10 - I acquiesce, because no man can "justify" himself until he knows of what he is accused; and I have never had — and, God knows, my whole desire has ever been to obtain it — any specific charge, in a tangible shape, submitted to me by the adversary, nor by others, unless the atrocities of public rumour and the mysterious silence of the lady's legal advisers may be deemed such. But is not the writer content with what has been already said and done? Has not "the general voice of his countrymen" long...
Стр. 296 - Which is Remorse without the fear of Hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of Heaven — can exorcise From out the unbounded spirit the quick sense Of its own sins — wrongs — sufferance — and revenge Upon itself...
Стр. 325 - Quick with the tale, and ready with the lie — The genial confidante, and general spy — Who could, ye gods! her next employment guess — An only infant's earliest governess ! She taught the child to read, and taught so well, That she herself...
Стр. 294 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover T was not well to spurn it so.