The Life of Lord ByronH. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1830 - 372 ページ |
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... passed his boy- hood at Marlodge , near Aberdeen ; but the statement is not correct ; he visited , with his mother , occasionally among their friends , and among other places passed some time at Fetteresso , the seat of his godfather ...
... passed his boy- hood at Marlodge , near Aberdeen ; but the statement is not correct ; he visited , with his mother , occasionally among their friends , and among other places passed some time at Fetteresso , the seat of his godfather ...
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... passed his childhood , is no proof that he is already in heart and imagination a poet . To suppose so is to mistake the materials for the building . The delight of Byron in contemplating the Mal- vern hills , was not because they ...
... passed his childhood , is no proof that he is already in heart and imagination a poet . To suppose so is to mistake the materials for the building . The delight of Byron in contemplating the Mal- vern hills , was not because they ...
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... passing from the quiet academy of Dulwich Grove to the public school of Harrow , the change must have been great to any boy - to Byron it was punishment ; and for the first year and a half he hated the place . In the end , however , he ...
... passing from the quiet academy of Dulwich Grove to the public school of Harrow , the change must have been great to any boy - to Byron it was punishment ; and for the first year and a half he hated the place . In the end , however , he ...
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... passed there was the happiest of my life ; and my preceptor , the Rev. Dr. Joseph Drury , was the best and wor- thiest friend I ever possessed ; whose warnings I have remembered but too well , though too late , LORD BYRON . 43.
... passed there was the happiest of my life ; and my preceptor , the Rev. Dr. Joseph Drury , was the best and wor- thiest friend I ever possessed ; whose warnings I have remembered but too well , though too late , LORD BYRON . 43.
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... passed the next holydays at Newstead . Inow began to fancy myself a man , and to make love in earnest . Our meetings were stolen ones , and my letters passed through the medium of a confidant . A gate leading from Mr. Chaworth's grounds ...
... passed the next holydays at Newstead . Inow began to fancy myself a man , and to make love in earnest . Our meetings were stolen ones , and my letters passed through the medium of a confidant . A gate leading from Mr. Chaworth's grounds ...
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302 ページ - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
200 ページ - To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil In the hot throng...
333 ページ - 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.
203 ページ - My slumbers — if I slumber — are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not : in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within ; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men. But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
193 ページ - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye; He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chief's to day.
70 ページ - tis but the same; My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
201 ページ - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,— nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
201 ページ - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling...
128 ページ - Such is the aspect of this shore ; :Tis Greece, but living Greece no more • So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb. Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
196 ページ - It was the night — and Lara's glassy stream The stars are studding, each with imaged beam; So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray, And yet they glide like happiness away...