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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... and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where he speaks of my " not very tractable children . " Thank God , they were not tractable to him ! I have something very awful to say xxii PREFACE TO.
... and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where he speaks of my " not very tractable children . " Thank God , they were not tractable to him ! I have something very awful to say xxii PREFACE TO.
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... passage now and then , which showed that he was not incapable of it ; but the passion on which he delights to dwell , is either that of boys and girls , extremely prone and boarding - school ; or of heroines , who take a delight in ...
... passage now and then , which showed that he was not incapable of it ; but the passion on which he delights to dwell , is either that of boys and girls , extremely prone and boarding - school ; or of heroines , who take a delight in ...
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... passage to Sestri , where a crowd of peo- ple assailed us , like savages at an island , for our patronage and portmanteaus . They were robust , clamorous , fishy fellows , like so many children of the Tritons in Raphael's pictures ; as ...
... passage to Sestri , where a crowd of peo- ple assailed us , like savages at an island , for our patronage and portmanteaus . They were robust , clamorous , fishy fellows , like so many children of the Tritons in Raphael's pictures ; as ...
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... passage in the book- " At supper rose a dialogue on witches , " which I would quote also , only I am afraid Mr. Moore would think I was trespassing on the privileges of high life . Again ; Madame Piozzi says , " Once at our house ...
... passage in the book- " At supper rose a dialogue on witches , " which I would quote also , only I am afraid Mr. Moore would think I was trespassing on the privileges of high life . Again ; Madame Piozzi says , " Once at our house ...
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... of Handel , applied to Arbuthnot to know whether the composer really deserved what was said of him . It was after making a similar inquiry respecting Mozart , that Lord Byron wrote the passage in his notes to Don Juan 126 LORD BYRON .
... of Handel , applied to Arbuthnot to know whether the composer really deserved what was said of him . It was after making a similar inquiry respecting Mozart , that Lord Byron wrote the passage in his notes to Don Juan 126 LORD BYRON .
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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.