New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Band 10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1818 |
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... Sir F. Bourgeois - Observations on a Letter to Lord Byron . SIR , BYRON . EXALTED genius , like exalted vir- tue , however duly it may be honoured by those who are capable either of ap- preciating its worth , or emulating its ex- ample ...
... Sir F. Bourgeois - Observations on a Letter to Lord Byron . SIR , BYRON . EXALTED genius , like exalted vir- tue , however duly it may be honoured by those who are capable either of ap- preciating its worth , or emulating its ex- ample ...
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... Lord Byron . them a sufficient degree of popularity to render a disquisition on their demerits a subject of general curiosity . Truly the labourer is worthy of his hire , and if we may judge from the " notice - mon- ger's ... Lord Byron .
... Lord Byron . them a sufficient degree of popularity to render a disquisition on their demerits a subject of general curiosity . Truly the labourer is worthy of his hire , and if we may judge from the " notice - mon- ger's ... Lord Byron .
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... Lord Byron . Polls for London . Robert Waithman , esq . Matthew. 1818. ] 66 11 testimony of all the periodical critics of the day is to be depended upon . It would be singular enough , if what has been pronounced by all who have seen it ...
... Lord Byron . Polls for London . Robert Waithman , esq . Matthew. 1818. ] 66 11 testimony of all the periodical critics of the day is to be depended upon . It would be singular enough , if what has been pronounced by all who have seen it ...
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... LORD BYRON . And wilt thou weep when I am low ? - Sweet Lady , speak those words again ! Yet , if they grieve thee , say not so ; I would not give thy bosom pain . My heart is sad - my hopes are gone My blood runs coldly through my ...
... LORD BYRON . And wilt thou weep when I am low ? - Sweet Lady , speak those words again ! Yet , if they grieve thee , say not so ; I would not give thy bosom pain . My heart is sad - my hopes are gone My blood runs coldly through my ...
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... Lord Byron's " Bride of Abydos . ” [ Aug. 1 , She flies , and hides - he follows , not remiss To satiate that revenge of love- -a kiss ! At the dear outrage , beautifully fought , ( For battled kisses still make kisses sought ) She ...
... Lord Byron's " Bride of Abydos . ” [ Aug. 1 , She flies , and hides - he follows , not remiss To satiate that revenge of love- -a kiss ! At the dear outrage , beautifully fought , ( For battled kisses still make kisses sought ) She ...
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Seite 384 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Seite 128 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 114 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Seite 153 - 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 ! XXVIII.
Seite 166 - Spanish America; or a Descriptive, Historical, and Geographical Account of the Dominions of Spain, in the Western Hemisphere...
Seite 33 - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of Ills to come; Nor Care, beyond to-day! Yet see, how all around them wait The Ministers of human fate; And black Misfortune's baleful Train!
Seite 32 - ... had changed my youth into manhood. But age and experience have taught me that those were but empty hopes ; for I have always found it true, as my Saviour did foretell, ' Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.' Nevertheless, I saw there a succession of boys using the same recreations, and, questionless, possessed with the same thoughts that then possessed me. Thus one generation succeeds another, both in their lives, recreations, hopes, fears, and death.
Seite 55 - The Family Shakspeare ; in which nothing is added to the Original Text ; but those words and expressions are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud. By T. BOWDLEB, Esq. FRS New Edition, in Volumes for the Pocket ; with 36 Wood Engravings, from Designs by Smirke, Howard, and other Artists.
Seite 133 - All the sky was of a fiery aspect, like the top of a burning oven, and the light seen above forty miles round about for many nights.
Seite 115 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn : Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...