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... Lord Byron is dead : he also died a martyr to his zeal in the cause last , best hopes of man . cuse and his epitaph ! of freedom , for the Let that be his ex- tiquity , the other panders to the spirit of the 26 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
... Lord Byron is dead : he also died a martyr to his zeal in the cause last , best hopes of man . cuse and his epitaph ! of freedom , for the Let that be his ex- tiquity , the other panders to the spirit of the 26 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
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... cause of most of Lord ' Byron's errors is , that he is that anomaly in letters and in society , a Noble Poet . It is a double privilege , almost too much for hu- manity . He has all the pride of birth and genius . The strength of his ...
... cause of most of Lord ' Byron's errors is , that he is that anomaly in letters and in society , a Noble Poet . It is a double privilege , almost too much for hu- manity . He has all the pride of birth and genius . The strength of his ...
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... he also died a martyr to his zeal in the cause last , best hopes of man . cuse and his epitaph ! of freedom , for the Let that be his ex- SIR WALTER SCOTT . SIR WALTER SCOTT is undoubtedly the 26 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
... he also died a martyr to his zeal in the cause last , best hopes of man . cuse and his epitaph ! of freedom , for the Let that be his ex- SIR WALTER SCOTT . SIR WALTER SCOTT is undoubtedly the 26 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
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... cause that we no longer burn witches and heretics at slow fires , that the thumb - screws are no longer applied by ghastly , smiling judges , to extort confession of imputed crimes from sufferers for conscience sake ; that men are no ...
... cause that we no longer burn witches and heretics at slow fires , that the thumb - screws are no longer applied by ghastly , smiling judges , to extort confession of imputed crimes from sufferers for conscience sake ; that men are no ...
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... the smallest error or injustice , he would have sacrificed himself and the existing generation ( a holocaust ) to his devotion to the right cause . But when he once believed , after many stag- gering 82 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
... the smallest error or injustice , he would have sacrificed himself and the existing generation ( a holocaust ) to his devotion to the right cause . But when he once believed , after many stag- gering 82 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
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146 ÆäÀÌÁö - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.