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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... misconceived even by the best men , who are not very discerning : how much
more must they reckon upon the attacks and mis - statements of those , whom a
thousand fancied interests and mortified self - loves enlist on the side of abuse ?
... misconceived even by the best men , who are not very discerning : how much
more must they reckon upon the attacks and mis - statements of those , whom a
thousand fancied interests and mortified self - loves enlist on the side of abuse ?
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Finally , he took the blame of the quarrel to himself ; and he enlisted my self - love
so far on the side of Lady Byron , as to tell me that she liked my poem , and had
compared his temper to that of Giovanni , my heroine's consort . heroine's ...
Finally , he took the blame of the quarrel to himself ; and he enlisted my self - love
so far on the side of Lady Byron , as to tell me that she liked my poem , and had
compared his temper to that of Giovanni , my heroine's consort . heroine's ...
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... good terms when she left an uneasy house to visit her friends in the country ,
and Lady Byron might , I have no doubt , have been persuaded by him to return ,
had there been as much love , or even address , on his side , as there was a wish
...
... good terms when she left an uneasy house to visit her friends in the country ,
and Lady Byron might , I have no doubt , have been persuaded by him to return ,
had there been as much love , or even address , on his side , as there was a wish
...
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At all events , she piqued his will , which was his tender side ; the circles were
loud in his condemnation ; and he was in perplexity about his child ; in whom , as
his only representative , and the descendant of two ancient families , he took
great ...
At all events , she piqued his will , which was his tender side ; the circles were
loud in his condemnation ; and he was in perplexity about his child ; in whom , as
his only representative , and the descendant of two ancient families , he took
great ...
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Lower down the Lung ' Arno , on the same side of the way , is a mansion cased
with polished marble . But I have written of these matters in another work . The
furniture of our apartments was good and respectable , but of the plainest and ...
Lower down the Lung ' Arno , on the same side of the way , is a mansion cased
with polished marble . But I have written of these matters in another work . The
furniture of our apartments was good and respectable , but of the plainest and ...
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