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... thing lence was taken upon trust , his fame was that bore the sanction of his name . His closely connected with his veracity ; lordship's writings , indeed , pretty plain- and he should not be astonished to find ly intimate his own ...
... thing lence was taken upon trust , his fame was that bore the sanction of his name . His closely connected with his veracity ; lordship's writings , indeed , pretty plain- and he should not be astonished to find ly intimate his own ...
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... thing that had preceded it was tame . He placed himself at the head of a new school ; and the Stagirite never had more disciples . The votaries of the system , of which Lord Byron was English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , ' the ...
... thing that had preceded it was tame . He placed himself at the head of a new school ; and the Stagirite never had more disciples . The votaries of the system , of which Lord Byron was English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , ' the ...
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... things ! hadst thou been betwixt , Thy throne had still been thine , or never been ; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to re - assume the imperial mien , And shake again the world , the thunderer of the Scene ...
... things ! hadst thou been betwixt , Thy throne had still been thine , or never been ; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to re - assume the imperial mien , And shake again the world , the thunderer of the Scene ...
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... thing Which warns me , with its stillness , to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring . This quiet sail ... things prone , -- Now to o'erthrow a fool , and now to shake a throne . CVII . And hiving wisdom with each studious ...
... thing Which warns me , with its stillness , to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring . This quiet sail ... things prone , -- Now to o'erthrow a fool , and now to shake a throne . CVII . And hiving wisdom with each studious ...
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... things upon earth should the light and heat of the sun be withdrawn . To so strange and absurd an idea we must of course ascribe the credit of vast originality . " The world was void , The populous and the powerful was a lump ...
... things upon earth should the light and heat of the sun be withdrawn . To so strange and absurd an idea we must of course ascribe the credit of vast originality . " The world was void , The populous and the powerful was a lump ...
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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...