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... already the arguments at their fingers ' ends , will , I humbly hope , discover them as they read . A word about the books on Byron . Moore's Life , published in 1830 , is the foundation - stone for all ; and if we often wish that it ...
... already the arguments at their fingers ' ends , will , I humbly hope , discover them as they read . A word about the books on Byron . Moore's Life , published in 1830 , is the foundation - stone for all ; and if we often wish that it ...
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... already one of the many saws about the Byrons had been brought to an early stage of fulfilment through the hatred of the country - side for the fifth lord . Mother Shipton had declared that " when a ship laden with ling should cross ...
... already one of the many saws about the Byrons had been brought to an early stage of fulfilment through the hatred of the country - side for the fifth lord . Mother Shipton had declared that " when a ship laden with ling should cross ...
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... already panted ) , and not only so , but glorious whis- perings were rife . " Its author was the veritable Conrad , the actual Corsair ; part of his travels had been spent in real piracy " ; and that author was helping on the craze with ...
... already panted ) , and not only so , but glorious whis- perings were rife . " Its author was the veritable Conrad , the actual Corsair ; part of his travels had been spent in real piracy " ; and that author was helping on the craze with ...
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... already remarkable ) , passing with his " new cronies , " and breathing flame as he went on the small , hot- hearted Forsaken ! The quarrel was of short duration ; " our first and last " , he commented in an endorsement ( he kept the ...
... already remarkable ) , passing with his " new cronies , " and breathing flame as he went on the small , hot- hearted Forsaken ! The quarrel was of short duration ; " our first and last " , he commented in an endorsement ( he kept the ...
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... already in the preceding year a copy of verses had been addressed to him . " In thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my heart for ever . " Envy seems ...
... already in the preceding year a copy of verses had been addressed to him . " In thee I fondly hoped to clasp A friend whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my heart for ever . " Envy seems ...
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Стр. 299 - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Стр. 88 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Стр. 289 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Стр. 251 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Стр. 314 - I say that Maddalo is proud, because I can find no other word to express the concentered and impatient feelings which consume him; but it is on his own hopes and affections only that he seems to trample, for in social life no human being can be more gentle, patient, and unassuming than Maddalo. He is cheerful, frank, and witty. His more serious conversation is a sort of intoxication; men are held by it as by a spell. He has travelled much ; and there is an inexpressible charm in his relation of his...
Стр. 288 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Стр. 186 - Sun-burnt his cheek, his forehead high and pale The sable curls in wild profusion veil; And oft perforce his rising lip reveals The haughtier thought it curbs, but scarce conceals Though smooth his voice, and calm his general mien Still seems there something he would not have seen His features...
Стр. 209 - I saw him stand Before an Altar — with a gentle bride ; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood ; — as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there...
Стр. 289 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 386 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.