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Page 58
... verse with so few deviations in either direction from that exact standard . His effusions are spread over a dead flat , and can no more get above or below the level , than if they were so much stagnant water . As an extenuation of this ...
... verse with so few deviations in either direction from that exact standard . His effusions are spread over a dead flat , and can no more get above or below the level , than if they were so much stagnant water . As an extenuation of this ...
Page 59
... verses were written by a youth from his leaving school till his leaving college , inclusive , we really believe this ... verse than Lord Byron . " His other plea of privilege , our author brings for- ward in order to waive it . He ...
... verses were written by a youth from his leaving school till his leaving college , inclusive , we really believe this ... verse than Lord Byron . " His other plea of privilege , our author brings for- ward in order to waive it . He ...
Page 60
... verses like the following , written in 1806 , and wheth- er , if a youth of eighteen could say anything so uninteresting to his ancestors , a youth of nineteen should publish it . ' Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant ...
... verses like the following , written in 1806 , and wheth- er , if a youth of eighteen could say anything so uninteresting to his ancestors , a youth of nineteen should publish it . ' Shades of heroes , farewell ! your descendant ...
Page 68
... verses , constituting the opening of the third Canto of Childe Harold : " Is thy face like thy mother's , my fair child ? Ada , sole daughter of my house and heart ; When last I saw thy young blue eyes , they smiled , And then we parted ...
... verses , constituting the opening of the third Canto of Childe Harold : " Is thy face like thy mother's , my fair child ? Ada , sole daughter of my house and heart ; When last I saw thy young blue eyes , they smiled , And then we parted ...
Page 77
... verse- " ' Tis hard to say who fared the best , Sad mortals ! thus the gods still plague you— He lost his labor , I my jest , For he was drowned , and I've the ague . " He was abstemious in eating , often making his dinner of biscuit ...
... verse- " ' Tis hard to say who fared the best , Sad mortals ! thus the gods still plague you— He lost his labor , I my jest , For he was drowned , and I've the ague . " He was abstemious in eating , often making his dinner of biscuit ...
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Page 69 - 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 Blushed 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...
Page 205 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind...
Page 70 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 266 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 270 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 187 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Page 73 - 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...
Page 69 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 72 - 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.
Page 185 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.