Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Том 1 |
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I must even confess , that such is my dislike of these personal histories , in which
it has been my lot to become a party , that had I been rich enough , and could
have repaid the handsome conduct of Mr. Colburn with its proper interest , my ...
I must even confess , that such is my dislike of these personal histories , in which
it has been my lot to become a party , that had I been rich enough , and could
have repaid the handsome conduct of Mr. Colburn with its proper interest , my ...
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An additional portion of servility was still less desirable . writer , with a solemnity
that would better have become the old lady in the Castle of Tillietudlem , than a
modern pretender to literature , talks of “ high rank , ” as if it were one of the ...
An additional portion of servility was still less desirable . writer , with a solemnity
that would better have become the old lady in the Castle of Tillietudlem , than a
modern pretender to literature , talks of “ high rank , ” as if it were one of the ...
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His do mestic troubles were just about to become public . His appearance at that
time was the finest I ever saw it , a great deal finer than it was afterwards , when
he was abroad . He was fatter than before his marriage , but only just enough so
...
His do mestic troubles were just about to become public . His appearance at that
time was the finest I ever saw it , a great deal finer than it was afterwards , when
he was abroad . He was fatter than before his marriage , but only just enough so
...
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... and partly because it is natural to love those who take pains to please us .
Furthermore , the poet was piqued to obtain his mistress , because she had a
reputation for being delicate in such matters ; and the lady was piqued to become
his ...
... and partly because it is natural to love those who take pains to please us .
Furthermore , the poet was piqued to obtain his mistress , because she had a
reputation for being delicate in such matters ; and the lady was piqued to become
his ...
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Сторінка 435 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Сторінка 364 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Сторінка 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
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Сторінка 340 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Сторінка 434 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Сторінка 435 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Сторінка 419 - Knowing within myself (he says) the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.— What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished.'— Preface, p.
Сторінка 437 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! J Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.