The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, Albemarles Street., 1832 |
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... night : Such pangs my nature sinks beneath , And feels a temporary death . TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS . BY DOMITIUS MARSUS . He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd And he who struck the softer lyre of love , By ...
... night : Such pangs my nature sinks beneath , And feels a temporary death . TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS . BY DOMITIUS MARSUS . He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd And he who struck the softer lyre of love , By ...
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... Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy ...
... Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy ...
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... night shared the produce of the day with his poor and broken - hearted master . But his friendship was employed in vain . Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease , and died in an alms - house early in the year 1579 ...
... night shared the produce of the day with his poor and broken - hearted master . But his friendship was employed in vain . Camoëns sank beneath the pressure of penury and disease , and died in an alms - house early in the year 1579 ...
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... night my trembling form he'd lift To place it on St. Mary's spire . Then would , unroof'd , old Granta's halls Pedantic inmates full display ; Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls , The price of venal votes to pay . Then would I view ...
... night my trembling form he'd lift To place it on St. Mary's spire . Then would , unroof'd , old Granta's halls Pedantic inmates full display ; Fellows who dream on lawn or stalls , The price of venal votes to pay . Then would I view ...
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... night grows later , To view , unheeded and unseen , The studious sons of Alma Mater . There , in apartments small and damp , The candidate for college prizes Sits poring by the midnight lamp ; Goes late to bed , yet early rises . Lord ...
... night grows later , To view , unheeded and unseen , The studious sons of Alma Mater . There , in apartments small and damp , The candidate for college prizes Sits poring by the midnight lamp ; Goes late to bed , yet early rises . Lord ...
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Стр. 294 - By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : To mark a friend's remains these stones arise ; I never knew but one, — and here he lies.
Стр. 239 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Стр. 176 - And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Стр. 293 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
Стр. 217 - START not — nor deem my spirit fled : In me behold the only skull, From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, I quaff'd, like thee ; I died : let earth my bones resign : Fill up — thou canst not injure me ; The worm hath fouler lips than thine. » Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood ; And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of Gods, than reptile's food. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, In aid of others...
Стр. 229 - twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling — pass your proper jest, And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. And shall we own such judgment ? No: as soon Seek roses in December — ice in June ; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore ; Or yield one single thought to be misled By Jeffrey's heart, or Lambe's Boeotian head.
Стр. 291 - I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. I kiss'd it, — and repress'd my sighs Its father in its face to see : But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me. Mary, adieu ! I must away : While thou art blest I'll not repine ; But near thee I can never stay ; My heart would soon again be thine. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, Had quench'd at length my boyish flame ; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all — save hope — the same.
Стр. 239 - Next comes the dull disciple of thy school, That mild apostate from poetic rule, The simple Wordsworth, framer of a lay As soft as evening in his favourite May, Who warns his friend 'to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books, for fear of growing double...
Стр. 171 - Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers, it would have joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill matched in years (she is two years my elder), and — and — and — what has been the result?
Стр. 188 - 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.