Poetical Works, Volume 2Little, Brown, 1866 |
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... kind . ‡ * Coleridge's Poems , p . 11 , Songs of the Pixies , i . e . Devon- shire fairies ; p . 42 , we have , " Lines to a young Lady : " and , p . 52 , " Lines to a young Ass . " † [ Thus altered by Byron , in his last revision of ...
... kind . ‡ * Coleridge's Poems , p . 11 , Songs of the Pixies , i . e . Devon- shire fairies ; p . 42 , we have , " Lines to a young Lady : " and , p . 52 , " Lines to a young Ass . " † [ Thus altered by Byron , in his last revision of ...
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... kind to youth , this expiation o'er , She bids thee " mend thy line , and sin no more . " For thee , translator of the tinsel song , To whom such glittering ornaments belong , Hibernian Strangford ! with thine eyes of blue , * And ...
... kind to youth , this expiation o'er , She bids thee " mend thy line , and sin no more . " For thee , translator of the tinsel song , To whom such glittering ornaments belong , Hibernian Strangford ! with thine eyes of blue , * And ...
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... kind letter from Lord Holland on the Bride of Abydos , which he likes , and so does Lady H. This is very good- natured in both , from whom I don't deserve any quarter . Yet I did think at the time that my cause of enmity proceeded from ...
... kind letter from Lord Holland on the Bride of Abydos , which he likes , and so does Lady H. This is very good- natured in both , from whom I don't deserve any quarter . Yet I did think at the time that my cause of enmity proceeded from ...
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... kind to dulness , do you fear to blame ? Well may the nobles of our present race Watch each distortion of a Naldi's face ; Well may they smile on Italy's buffoons , And worship Catalani's pantaloons , * Since their own drama yields no ...
... kind to dulness , do you fear to blame ? Well may the nobles of our present race Watch each distortion of a Naldi's face ; Well may they smile on Italy's buffoons , And worship Catalani's pantaloons , * Since their own drama yields no ...
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... kind , censorious friend will say , " What art thou better , meddling fool , † than they ? " And every brother rake will smile to see That miracle , a moralist in me . No matter when some bard in virtue strong , ― Gifford perchance ...
... kind , censorious friend will say , " What art thou better , meddling fool , † than they ? " And every brother rake will smile to see That miracle , a moralist in me . No matter when some bard in virtue strong , ― Gifford perchance ...
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Page 200 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 205 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 206 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Page 240 - As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 184 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Page 127 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 22 - Poetic souls delight in prose insane; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of an idiot boy...
Page 21 - Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Page 199 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 177 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.