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Página 210 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Página 26 - Lord Byron's reading did not seem to me to have been very extensive either in poetry or history. Having the advantage of him in that respect, and possessing a good competent share of such reading as is little read, I was sometimes able to put under his eye objects which had for him the interest of novelty.
Página 148 - Her grief restrained its tears. One eve a light shone round her bed, And there she saw him stand — Her infant in his little shroud, A taper in his hand. " Lo ! mother, see my shroud is dry, And I can sleep once more !" And beautiful the parting smile The little infant wore.
Página 148 - Twas hard to lay him there, When spring was putting forth its flowers, And everything was fair. She had lost many children — now The last of them was gone ; And day and night she sat and wept Beside the funeral stone. One midnight while her constant tears Were falling with the dew, She heard a voice, and lo ! her child Stood by her weeping, too. His shroud was damp, his face was white : He said, " I cannot sleep, Your tears have made my shroud so wet : Oh, mother, do not weep...
Página 204 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide. And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 88 - I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished ( I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, harmony, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man, and us of the Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace then, and Claudian now, among us ; and if I had to begin again, I would mould myself accordingly.
Página 88 - I am the more confirmed in this by having lately gone over some of our classics, particularly Pope, whom I tried in this way: I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished (I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, harmony, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man and us of the Lower Empire.
Página 167 - Granada, who kept all the saints' days and holidays, and Saint Monday into the bargain, and yet, with all his devotion, he grew poorer and poorer, and could scarcely earn bread for his numerous family. One night he was roused from his first sleep by a knocking at his door. He opened it, and beheld before him a tall meagre, cadaverous-looking priest.