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And he, the chosen of thy youthful breast, Whose soul with thine had mingled
every thought ; He with thine early fond affections blest, Lord of a mind with all
things lovely fraught, What but a desert to his eye that earth, Which but retains of
thee ...
And he, the chosen of thy youthful breast, Whose soul with thine had mingled
every thought ; He with thine early fond affections blest, Lord of a mind with all
things lovely fraught, What but a desert to his eye that earth, Which but retains of
thee ...
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A vision crossed my sight, and I saw a little boat, in which were thy lord and Lord
H : it was tossed by a sudden and tempestuous gust, that swept the dark surface
of the loch in a whitening line. I saw the waves dashing over the frail bark ; and ...
A vision crossed my sight, and I saw a little boat, in which were thy lord and Lord
H : it was tossed by a sudden and tempestuous gust, that swept the dark surface
of the loch in a whitening line. I saw the waves dashing over the frail bark ; and ...
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If Moore seems to have been too happy, continued Mr Hazlitt, Lord Byron, from
the tone of his writings, seems to have been too unhappy to be a truly great poet.
He shuts himself up too much in the impenetrable gloom of his own thoughts.
If Moore seems to have been too happy, continued Mr Hazlitt, Lord Byron, from
the tone of his writings, seems to have been too unhappy to be a truly great poet.
He shuts himself up too much in the impenetrable gloom of his own thoughts.
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The range of Lord Byron's imagination is contracted, but within that range he has
great unity and truth of keeping. He chooses elements and agents congenial to
his mind — the dark and glittering ocean — the frail bark hurrying before the ...
The range of Lord Byron's imagination is contracted, but within that range he has
great unity and truth of keeping. He chooses elements and agents congenial to
his mind — the dark and glittering ocean — the frail bark hurrying before the ...
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It is always in a tone of derision and contempt, which is but half-concealed even
when he speaks to " the lord." At first sight it might appear inconsistent that Sir
Giles should feel contempt for rank and titles, and yet make them confessedly the
...
It is always in a tone of derision and contempt, which is but half-concealed even
when he speaks to " the lord." At first sight it might appear inconsistent that Sir
Giles should feel contempt for rank and titles, and yet make them confessedly the
...
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