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... and Mary parting 229 Iincluden Abbey 268 . 269 281 Tombs of Keats and Shelley at Rome 292 • Shelley's Body found . • 301 BYRON CRABBE HOGG . Annesley Hall • 322 Belvoir Castle . · 850 . 369 · • • PAGE 393 419 433 446 . 706.
... and Mary parting 229 Iincluden Abbey 268 . 269 281 Tombs of Keats and Shelley at Rome 292 • Shelley's Body found . • 301 BYRON CRABBE HOGG . Annesley Hall • 322 Belvoir Castle . · 850 . 369 · • • PAGE 393 419 433 446 . 706.
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... Byron or Shelley . But , in fact , Cowley seems to have been a man who could not be permanently and decidedly anything . He could not rise out of affectations , and dubious , halfway sort of positions , either in poetry or in life . He ...
... Byron or Shelley . But , in fact , Cowley seems to have been a man who could not be permanently and decidedly anything . He could not rise out of affectations , and dubious , halfway sort of positions , either in poetry or in life . He ...
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... Byron , Brougham , Crabbe , Blanco White , Hallam , Rogers , Lord Jeffrey , and others . In the left wing is placed the colossal model of the statue of Charles Fox , which stands in Bloomsbury - square . In the gardens are various ...
... Byron , Brougham , Crabbe , Blanco White , Hallam , Rogers , Lord Jeffrey , and others . In the left wing is placed the colossal model of the statue of Charles Fox , which stands in Bloomsbury - square . In the gardens are various ...
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... Byron , repelled from the portal of Westminster Abbey , has found a fitting locale in his university at Cambridge , -why should not that of the Colston boy stand in front of Colston's school ? If allowed to stand there till it produces ...
... Byron , repelled from the portal of Westminster Abbey , has found a fitting locale in his university at Cambridge , -why should not that of the Colston boy stand in front of Colston's school ? If allowed to stand there till it produces ...
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... Byron , one eye was more re- markable than the other ; and its lightning - like flashes had some- thing about them supernaturally grand . " Take some fine , clever- looking lad , then , from the crowd , and you will find such , and you ...
... Byron , one eye was more re- markable than the other ; and its lightning - like flashes had some- thing about them supernaturally grand . " Take some fine , clever- looking lad , then , from the crowd , and you will find such , and you ...
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Page 200 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor...
Page 193 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 202 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Page 205 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place; Unpractised he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise.
Page 34 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 295 - Homer ruled as his demesne: Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 272 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener, Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet cap, 'Tis now become a history little...
Page 306 - And then I clasped my hands, and looked around — (But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground) — So without shame I spake — I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power ; for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Page 192 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 59 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!