Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Том 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 стор. |
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... the Author's writings , preceded by a biographical sketch . I engaged for it , together with another work , as soon as I returned to England ; but the delight of finding myself among my old scenes and friends , the prospect of better a 2.
... the Author's writings , preceded by a biographical sketch . I engaged for it , together with another work , as soon as I returned to England ; but the delight of finding myself among my old scenes and friends , the prospect of better a 2.
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... delight of flattery without the insincerity of it , had it been possible . But nobody , who has not tried it , knows how hard it is to wish to love a man , and to find the enthusiasm of this long- ing worse than repelled . It was the ...
... delight of flattery without the insincerity of it , had it been possible . But nobody , who has not tried it , knows how hard it is to wish to love a man , and to find the enthusiasm of this long- ing worse than repelled . It was the ...
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... delight in sacrificing themselves to wilful gentlemen . so different a style after- I thought differently on this business at the time , though rather to the exculpation of the gentleman , than blame of the lady . My pre- LORD BYRON . 11.
... delight in sacrificing themselves to wilful gentlemen . so different a style after- I thought differently on this business at the time , though rather to the exculpation of the gentleman , than blame of the lady . My pre- LORD BYRON . 11.
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... delight , espe- cially of such things as vines hanging from trees , and the sight of Apennines . Mr. Shelley accompanied us from Leghorn to Pisa , in order to see us fixed in our new abode . Lord Byron left Monte - Nero at the same time ...
... delight , espe- cially of such things as vines hanging from trees , and the sight of Apennines . Mr. Shelley accompanied us from Leghorn to Pisa , in order to see us fixed in our new abode . Lord Byron left Monte - Nero at the same time ...
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... delight to me to receive hundreds from some , I could not receive without anguish as many pence from others ; nor should I ever , by any chance have applied to them , but for a combination of circumstances that mixed me up with them at ...
... delight to me to receive hundreds from some , I could not receive without anguish as many pence from others ; nor should I ever , by any chance have applied to them , but for a combination of circumstances that mixed me up with them at ...
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acquaintance admired Albaro appeared Bard Baubo Bay of Spezia beauty believe body Captain CHIG UNIV compliment connexion critics DEAR HUNT delight Don Juan doubt England English eyes fancy Faust feel genius Genoa give Goethe Hazlitt heart honour hope Italian Italy Keats kind knew lady Lady Byron laugh least Leghorn Leigh Hunt Lerici less letters Liberal lived look Lord Byron Lord Holland Lordship Madame Guiccioli manner matter Medwin Meph MICHI UNIV Moore moral nature never noble occasion opinion Parisina passage passion perhaps person Pisa pleasure poem poet poetical poetry pretended reader reason respect Rimini RSITY UNIVE sense Shelley Shelley's sincerity SITY sort speak spirit spleen talk tell thing thou thought tion told took truth UNIV RSITY UNIV UNIV Via Reggio wish word write written
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Сторінка 429 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
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...
Сторінка 364 - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
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.