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... or as he was , in almost every variety of situation , action , and feeling . Lord Byron makes man after his own image , woman after his own heart ; the one is a capricious tyrant , the other a yielding slave ; he gives LORD BYRON . 7.
... or as he was , in almost every variety of situation , action , and feeling . Lord Byron makes man after his own image , woman after his own heart ; the one is a capricious tyrant , the other a yielding slave ; he gives LORD BYRON . 7.
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... hearts , bone of our bone , and flesh of our flesh , and we are jealous that any one should be as much delighted or as thoroughly acquainted with their beauties as ourselves . For which of his poetical heroines would the reader break a ...
... hearts , bone of our bone , and flesh of our flesh , and we are jealous that any one should be as much delighted or as thoroughly acquainted with their beauties as ourselves . For which of his poetical heroines would the reader break a ...
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... heart of his subject , without dismay and with- out disguise . His poetry was a lady's waiting- maid , dressed out in cast - off finery : his prose is a beautiful , rustic nymph , that , like Doro- thea in Don Quixote , when she is ...
... heart of his subject , without dismay and with- out disguise . His poetry was a lady's waiting- maid , dressed out in cast - off finery : his prose is a beautiful , rustic nymph , that , like Doro- thea in Don Quixote , when she is ...
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... heart was with her lover in the deep and dead sea . " And in The Heart of Mid Lothian we have Effie Deans ( that sweet , faded flower ) and Jeanie , her more than sister , and old David Deans , the patriarch of St. Leonard's Crags , and ...
... heart was with her lover in the deep and dead sea . " And in The Heart of Mid Lothian we have Effie Deans ( that sweet , faded flower ) and Jeanie , her more than sister , and old David Deans , the patriarch of St. Leonard's Crags , and ...
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... hearts has he soothed in pain and solitude ! It is no wonder that the public repay with lengthened applause and gratitude the pleasure they receive . He writes as fast as they can read , and he does not write him- self down . He is ...
... hearts has he soothed in pain and solitude ! It is no wonder that the public repay with lengthened applause and gratitude the pleasure they receive . He writes as fast as they can read , and he does not write him- self down . He is ...
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Page 146 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Page 116 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 137 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 57 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Page 116 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
Page 106 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 108 - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Page 115 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
Page 136 - Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 119 - I WISH I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here ; And every hour, affection cries, Go and partake her humble bier. I wish I could ! for when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste unlovely, and unloved.