An Historical and Critical Memoir of the Life and Writings of the Right Honorable Lord Byron: With Anecdotes of Some of His ContemporariesT. McLean, 1822 - 427 sider |
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... interests of religion , and the welfare of society . At the head of the court of cri- ticism , you have done so much for these great concerns , as to make us adopt the wish " that age may be the lot of any chief but thee . " All virtue ...
... interests of religion , and the welfare of society . At the head of the court of cri- ticism , you have done so much for these great concerns , as to make us adopt the wish " that age may be the lot of any chief but thee . " All virtue ...
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... interests of society , then a full and candid examination of the author's history is neces- sary in order to correct the mischief likely to be pro- duced by the influence of his name , and the popularity of his writings . To use the ...
... interests of society , then a full and candid examination of the author's history is neces- sary in order to correct the mischief likely to be pro- duced by the influence of his name , and the popularity of his writings . To use the ...
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... interests of science . Accordingly , when the war terminated , the king turned his attention to the favourite idea , which had long occupied his thoughts— FALKLAND'S ISLANDS . 35 that of ascertaining whether there existed.
... interests of science . Accordingly , when the war terminated , the king turned his attention to the favourite idea , which had long occupied his thoughts— FALKLAND'S ISLANDS . 35 that of ascertaining whether there existed.
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... interest . The volume accordingly appeared the same year , from the neigh- bouring printing - press of Newark ; to which however the execution did little honour in point of correctness or elegance . The title " Hours of Idleness ...
... interest . The volume accordingly appeared the same year , from the neigh- bouring printing - press of Newark ; to which however the execution did little honour in point of correctness or elegance . The title " Hours of Idleness ...
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... interest as an author , to lay down his lance , and make friends of those , against whom he had declared eternal war , “ as a Hydra , to crush one head of which he had deemed it so much an act of duty , that he was contented to lose a ...
... interest as an author , to lay down his lance , and make friends of those , against whom he had declared eternal war , “ as a Hydra , to crush one head of which he had deemed it so much an act of duty , that he was contented to lose a ...
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Side 288 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Side 312 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Side 289 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Side 289 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Side 388 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Side 185 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, And cried through the lattice, 'Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Side 289 - It is the hush of night, and all between Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear, Mellow'd and mingling, yet distinctly seen, Save darken'd Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one...
Side 305 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Side 186 - Why is his chariot so long in coming ? why tarry the wheels of his chariots ? Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself, have they not sped ? have they not divided the prey ; to every man a damsel or two ; to Sisera a prey of divers colours, a prey of divers colours of needlework, of divers colours of needlework on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil...
Side 164 - Ah, me ! in sooth he was a shameless wight, Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; Few earthly things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal companie, And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.