The Southern Review, Bind 7A. E. Miller., 1831 |
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... look rather to the effusions of his imagination , than to those which are supposed to flow more immediately from the heart , for the true image of his char- acter . It is not so with common men - it is not so even with those who ...
... look rather to the effusions of his imagination , than to those which are supposed to flow more immediately from the heart , for the true image of his char- acter . It is not so with common men - it is not so even with those who ...
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... in part . " Oh what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of that lip . ” — Shakspeare . VOL . VII .--- NO . 13 . 3 This last allusion leads us to remark upon that distinction 1831. ] 17 Byron's Literary Opinions .
... in part . " Oh what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of that lip . ” — Shakspeare . VOL . VII .--- NO . 13 . 3 This last allusion leads us to remark upon that distinction 1831. ] 17 Byron's Literary Opinions .
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... looks upon is beauty , to feel it even , but just enough to make him conscious of the curse that is upon his soul , the blight that has seared his heart , and deadened and destroyed all its capacities of enjoy- ment . ******* My mother ...
... looks upon is beauty , to feel it even , but just enough to make him conscious of the curse that is upon his soul , the blight that has seared his heart , and deadened and destroyed all its capacities of enjoy- ment . ******* My mother ...
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... look on me in my sleep , Or watch my watchings - come and sit by me ! My solitude is solitude no more , But peopled with the furies ; -I have gnash'd My teeth in darkness till returning morn , Then cursed myself till sunset ; -I have ...
... look on me in my sleep , Or watch my watchings - come and sit by me ! My solitude is solitude no more , But peopled with the furies ; -I have gnash'd My teeth in darkness till returning morn , Then cursed myself till sunset ; -I have ...
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... looks attentively into the hidden sense , the picture of remorse thus presented , as it were , by types and sensible images , is equally remarkable for scenic effect and profound philosophi- cal analysis . But Byron in Manfred derives ...
... looks attentively into the hidden sense , the picture of remorse thus presented , as it were , by types and sensible images , is equally remarkable for scenic effect and profound philosophi- cal analysis . But Byron in Manfred derives ...
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Side 17 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot - the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Side 66 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Side 300 - Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body; And, with a sudden vigour., it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Side 293 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Side 121 - LANZI'S History of Painting in Italy, from the Period of the Revival of the Fine Arts to the End of the Eighteenth Century. Translated by Thomas Roscoe. 3 vols. y. 6rf. each. LAPPENBERG'S History of England under the AngloSaxon Kings. Translated by B. Thorpe, FSA New edition, revised by EC Otte.
Side 35 - I have no dread, And feel the curse to have no natural fear, Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes, Or lurking love of something on the earth.
Side 31 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are— what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Side 5 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Side 31 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Side 379 - Which oft-times may succeed, so as perhaps Shall grieve him, if I fail not, and disturb His inmost counsels from their destined aim. But see ! the angry Victor hath recall'd His ministers of vengeance and pursuit Back to the gates of Heaven...