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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... seemed uneasy , and asked without ceremony , when he should find me alone . My friend , who was a man of taste and spirit , and the last in the world to intrude his acquaintance , was not bound to go away because another person had come ...
... seemed uneasy , and asked without ceremony , when he should find me alone . My friend , who was a man of taste and spirit , and the last in the world to intrude his acquaintance , was not bound to go away because another person had come ...
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... seemed to make me free of Italy and stilettos , before I had well set foot in the country . The day was very hot ; the road to Monte - Nero was very hot , through dusty suburbs ; and when I got there , I found the hottest - looking ...
... seemed to make me free of Italy and stilettos , before I had well set foot in the country . The day was very hot ; the road to Monte - Nero was very hot , through dusty suburbs ; and when I got there , I found the hottest - looking ...
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... seemed to be a still farther warrant of innocence of in- tention , and exception to general rules . It is true , that when the Pope sanctioned her sepa- ration from her husband , he stipulated that she should live with her father ; and ...
... seemed to be a still farther warrant of innocence of in- tention , and exception to general rules . It is true , that when the Pope sanctioned her sepa- ration from her husband , he stipulated that she should live with her father ; and ...
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... seemed a thing that never entered his head . If at any time , therefore , he ceased to love a woman's person , and found leisure to detect in her the vanities natural to a flattered beauty , he set no bounds to the light and coarse way ...
... seemed a thing that never entered his head . If at any time , therefore , he ceased to love a woman's person , and found leisure to detect in her the vanities natural to a flattered beauty , he set no bounds to the light and coarse way ...
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... seemed resolved that she should have every mode but one , of proving that she could remain so . I will not repeat what was said and lamented on this subject . would not say any thing about it , nor about twenty other matters , but that ...
... seemed resolved that she should have every mode but one , of proving that she could remain so . I will not repeat what was said and lamented on this subject . would not say any thing about it , nor about twenty other matters , but that ...
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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.