The works of Thomas Moore, Volum 17

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Pàgina 412 - My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Pàgina 413 - Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
Pàgina 205 - This meeting annihilated for a moment all the years between the present time and the days of Harrow. It was a new and inexplicable feeling, like rising from the grave, to me. Clare, too, was much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so.
Pàgina 110 - Vulgarity is far worse than downright blackguardism ; for the latter comprehends wit, humour, and strong sense at times j while the former is a sad abortive attempt at all things, 'signifying nothing.
Pàgina 308 - Journal, which is a very extraordinary production *, and of a most melancholy truth in all that regards high life in England. I know, or knew personally, most of the personages and societies which he describes ; and after reading his remarks, have the sensation fresh upon me as if I had seen them yesterday. I would however plead in behalf of some few exceptions, which I will mention by and by.
Pàgina 236 - As to poor Shelley, who is another bugbear to you and the world, he is, to my knowledge, the least selfish and the mildest of men — a man who has made more sacrifices of his fortune and feelings for others than any I ever heard of.
Pàgina 491 - ... ANCESTORS AND HIS MOTHER ARE BURIED, LIE THE REMAINS OF GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON, LORD BYRON, OF ROCHDALE, IN THE COUNTY OF LANCASTER, THE AUTHOR OF ' CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.' HE WAS BORN IN LONDON ON THE 22D OF JANUARY, 1788. HE DIED AT MISSOLONGHI, IN WESTERN GREECE, ON THE 19TH OF APRIL, 1824, ENGAGED IN THE GLORIOUS ATTEMPT TO RESTORE THAT COUNTRY TO HER ANCIENT FREEDOM AND RENOWN. HIS SISTER, THE HONOURABLE AUGUSTA MARIA LEIGH, PLACED THIS TABLET TO HIS MEMORY.
Pàgina 146 - You know very well that I did not approve of Keats's poetry, or principles of poetry, or of his abuse of Pope ; but, as he is dead, omit all that is said about him in any MSS. of mine, or publication. His Hyperion is a fine monument, and will keep his name.
Pàgina 173 - I am preparing to follow them. " It is awful work, this love, and prevents all a man's projects of good or glory. I wanted to go to Greece lately (as...
Pàgina 548 - ... my said trustees and the survivor of them, and the executors and administrators of such survivor...

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