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... ment ; and he shall go with Christabel into the wood and attend her there until she meets with Lady Geraldine . larly original and beautiful poem " of time have some curiosity to see a little Christabel . Could Lord Byron , the of this ...
... ment ; and he shall go with Christabel into the wood and attend her there until she meets with Lady Geraldine . larly original and beautiful poem " of time have some curiosity to see a little Christabel . Could Lord Byron , the of this ...
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... ment . Upon these grounds it seems to us to be a practice that cannot be justi- fied by any prescriptive usage of the drama , to blend the pure idea of Heaven and Heaven's King with the corrupt display of human passions , and repre ...
... ment . Upon these grounds it seems to us to be a practice that cannot be justi- fied by any prescriptive usage of the drama , to blend the pure idea of Heaven and Heaven's King with the corrupt display of human passions , and repre ...
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... ment and manners , to invigorate relax- little excited by his muse and by his ed discipline , and to create a good rhe- torical taste among the students . lyre ; adapted , in some cases , to the tone of cultivated minds , and , in ...
... ment and manners , to invigorate relax- little excited by his muse and by his ed discipline , and to create a good rhe- torical taste among the students . lyre ; adapted , in some cases , to the tone of cultivated minds , and , in ...
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... ment they received from these merci- their misery ; when , to their utter dis- less savages , together with their dread- may , they found themselves on the ful sufferings from thirst , hunger , and Atlantic border of the barren and ...
... ment they received from these merci- their misery ; when , to their utter dis- less savages , together with their dread- may , they found themselves on the ful sufferings from thirst , hunger , and Atlantic border of the barren and ...
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... ment waited for the approach of night ; in the interval Colonel Hamilton took occasion to observe to the General , that rear . " there could be little doubt of the suc- ed his successors could imitate ; this was , that in " all ...
... ment waited for the approach of night ; in the interval Colonel Hamilton took occasion to observe to the General , that rear . " there could be little doubt of the suc- ed his successors could imitate ; this was , that in " all ...
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Página 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Página 349 - 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.
Página 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Página 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Página 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...