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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Сторінка xvi
... conclusion to be drawn from the confession , apart from a knowledge of all
which this book contains , I frankly avow , that as far as the sincerity in it has taken
a splenetic turn , which was a thing unnecessary , I wish it had never been written
.
... conclusion to be drawn from the confession , apart from a knowledge of all
which this book contains , I frankly avow , that as far as the sincerity in it has taken
a splenetic turn , which was a thing unnecessary , I wish it had never been written
.
Сторінка xvii
the hostility I have provoked taken a more generous turn . I can only hope , that in
the long run , the very defect will be of use to the world ; but speaking for myself in
the meantime , I confess I have no wish to be thought ill of by any body ; and ...
the hostility I have provoked taken a more generous turn . I can only hope , that in
the long run , the very defect will be of use to the world ; but speaking for myself in
the meantime , I confess I have no wish to be thought ill of by any body ; and ...
Сторінка xxviii
... he spoke of as a man the most disagreeable to have any ' thing to do with , and
one whose connexion he would have given up for ever , had he not thought it
might turn to my advantage , and perhaps to the noble Lord's in consequence .
... he spoke of as a man the most disagreeable to have any ' thing to do with , and
one whose connexion he would have given up for ever , had he not thought it
might turn to my advantage , and perhaps to the noble Lord's in consequence .
Сторінка xxx
... and a fellow turn - spit ( which I never was ) . I could have answered his
metaphors with interest , had the bandying of abuse been to my taste , and many
extreme cares not been upon me ; but the same circumstances in my position ,
which ...
... and a fellow turn - spit ( which I never was ) . I could have answered his
metaphors with interest , had the bandying of abuse been to my taste , and many
extreme cares not been upon me ; but the same circumstances in my position ,
which ...
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He was fatter than before his marriage , but only just enough so to complete the
manliness of his person ; and the turn of his head and countenance had a spirit
and elevation in it , which though not unmixed with disquiet , gave him altogether
a ...
He was fatter than before his marriage , but only just enough so to complete the
manliness of his person ; and the turn of his head and countenance had a spirit
and elevation in it , which though not unmixed with disquiet , gave him altogether
a ...
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