Hours of idleness. English bards and Scotch reviewers. Hints from Horace. The curse of Minerva. The waltz. Age of bronze. The vision of judgment. Morgante maggioreJohn Murray, 1831 |
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... mind , this is , perhaps , unnecessary information . Some few were written during the disadvantages of illness and de- pression of spirits : under the former influence , " CHILDISH RECOLLECTIONS , " in particular , were composed . This ...
... mind , this is , perhaps , unnecessary information . Some few were written during the disadvantages of illness and de- pression of spirits : under the former influence , " CHILDISH RECOLLECTIONS , " in particular , were composed . This ...
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... wild luxuriance bloom . 7 . Had Fortune aided Nature's care , For once forgetting to be blind , His would have been an ample share , If well - proportion'd to his mind . 8 . But had the goddess clearly seen , His 32 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
... wild luxuriance bloom . 7 . Had Fortune aided Nature's care , For once forgetting to be blind , His would have been an ample share , If well - proportion'd to his mind . 8 . But had the goddess clearly seen , His 32 HOURS OF IDLENESS .
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... mind past joys review , — Our only hope is to forget ! TO CAROLINE * . 1 . WHEN I hear you express an affection so warm , Ne'er think , my beloved , that I do not believe ; For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm , And your eye ...
... mind past joys review , — Our only hope is to forget ! TO CAROLINE * . 1 . WHEN I hear you express an affection so warm , Ne'er think , my beloved , that I do not believe ; For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm , And your eye ...
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... mind of your lover invade ; He worships each look with such faithful devotion , A smile can enchant , or a tear can dissuade . 6 . But as death , my beloved , soon or late shall o'ertake us , And our breasts which alive with such ...
... mind of your lover invade ; He worships each look with such faithful devotion , A smile can enchant , or a tear can dissuade . 6 . But as death , my beloved , soon or late shall o'ertake us , And our breasts which alive with such ...
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... minds engage , At least I feel disposed to stray , love ! 4 . ' Tis I that am alone to blame , I , that am guilty of love's treason ; Since your sweet breast is still the same , Caprice must be my only reason . * Only printed in the ...
... minds engage , At least I feel disposed to stray , love ! 4 . ' Tis I that am alone to blame , I , that am guilty of love's treason ; Since your sweet breast is still the same , Caprice must be my only reason . * Only printed in the ...
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Стр. 201 - THE poesy of this young lord belongs to the class which neither gods nor men are said to permit. Indeed, we do not recollect to have seen a quantity of verse with so few deviations in either direction from that exact standard. His effusions are spread over a dead flat, and can no more get above or below the level, than if they were so much stagnant water.
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Стр. 206 - ... that he should again condescend to become an author. Therefore, let us take what we get, and be thankful. What right have we poor devils to be nice ? We are well off to have got so much from a man of this lord's station, who does not live in a garret, but " has the sway
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Стр. 225 - ... shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose ; Convincing all, by demonstration plain, Poetic souls delight in prose insane ; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of
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Стр. 18 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
Стр. 145 - Years have roll'd on, Loch na Garr, since I left you, Years must elapse, ere I tread you again: Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain: England! thy beauties are tame and domestic, To one who has rov'd on the mountains afar: Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr.