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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... supposed to believe in any such alternative . The sight of one open face , -I could almost say , of one green and quiet field , -would be enough to make me hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in ...
... supposed to believe in any such alternative . The sight of one open face , -I could almost say , of one green and quiet field , -would be enough to make me hope to the last ; and I have hope for the next world , should it fail me in ...
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... supposed . In the correspondence at the end of the pre- sent memoir , the reader will find some letters addressed to me at this period by Lord Byron . He was a warm politician , and thought himself earnest in the cause of liberty . His ...
... supposed . In the correspondence at the end of the pre- sent memoir , the reader will find some letters addressed to me at this period by Lord Byron . He was a warm politician , and thought himself earnest in the cause of liberty . His ...
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... supposed to be reci- procal , which made them wonder still more . If I am thought here to touch upon very pri- vate and delicate things , especially regarding a person who is no more , I must offer three more remarks to the ...
... supposed to be reci- procal , which made them wonder still more . If I am thought here to touch upon very pri- vate and delicate things , especially regarding a person who is no more , I must offer three more remarks to the ...
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... supposed . I believe she would have taken great pride in the noble Bard , if he would have let her ; and remained a faithful and affec- tionate companion as long as he pleased to have her so ; but this depended more on his treat- ment ...
... supposed . I believe she would have taken great pride in the noble Bard , if he would have let her ; and remained a faithful and affec- tionate companion as long as he pleased to have her so ; but this depended more on his treat- ment ...
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... did cut it up , was the more delighted with his task , in proportion to the sense which he supposed me to entertain of his power . Lord Byron perhaps may have felt piqued at the review on his own ac- count E 2 LORD BYRON . 51.
... did cut it up , was the more delighted with his task , in proportion to the sense which he supposed me to entertain of his power . Lord Byron perhaps may have felt piqued at the review on his own ac- count E 2 LORD BYRON . 51.
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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.