Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin]. |
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... LEAVING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE HIS FRIENDSHIP FOR LONG , AND THEIR JOINT PURSUITS AT COLLEGE PORSON 8 10 GAMBLING 11 SUPPOSED RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN BYRON AND ROUSSEAU 12 LORD BYRON'S READING 14 THE EDINBURGH REVIEW AND " HOURS OF IDLENESS ...
... LEAVING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE HIS FRIENDSHIP FOR LONG , AND THEIR JOINT PURSUITS AT COLLEGE PORSON 8 10 GAMBLING 11 SUPPOSED RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN BYRON AND ROUSSEAU 12 LORD BYRON'S READING 14 THE EDINBURGH REVIEW AND " HOURS OF IDLENESS ...
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... leave a being with so little of the leaven of bad passions . I do not speak from personal experience only , but from all I have ever heard of him from others , during absence and distance . FRIENDSHIP . As to friendship , it is a ...
... leave a being with so little of the leaven of bad passions . I do not speak from personal experience only , but from all I have ever heard of him from others , during absence and distance . FRIENDSHIP . As to friendship , it is a ...
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... LEAVING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE . When I first went up to college , it was a new and a heavy - hearted scene for me : firstly , I so much disliked leaving Harrow , that though it was time ( I being seventeen ) , it broke my very rest for the ...
... LEAVING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE . When I first went up to college , it was a new and a heavy - hearted scene for me : firstly , I so much disliked leaving Harrow , that though it was time ( I being seventeen ) , it broke my very rest for the ...
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... leaving it to chance whether it might or might not be charged ! The letter , too , which he wrote me on leaving college to join the Guards , was as melancholy in its tenour as it could well be on such an occasion . But he showed nothing ...
... leaving it to chance whether it might or might not be charged ! The letter , too , which he wrote me on leaving college to join the Guards , was as melancholy in its tenour as it could well be on such an occasion . But he showed nothing ...
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... leave a Byronian prize at each of our " Alma Matres " for the first * When , however , his mother first suggested the comparison , he replied , " I do not know that I resemble Jean Jacques Rousseau . I have no ambition to be like so ...
... leave a Byronian prize at each of our " Alma Matres " for the first * When , however , his mother first suggested the comparison , he replied , " I do not know that I resemble Jean Jacques Rousseau . I have no ambition to be like so ...
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第 11 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 13 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
第 21 頁 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
第 12 頁 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
第 135 頁 - 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.
第 91 頁 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
第 22 頁 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
第 45 頁 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
第 27 頁 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
第 27 頁 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.