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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... lived in high life nor solitude ! " ( as if the millions of human hearts that lay between were nothing ! ) his splenetic inventions against others , and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where ...
... lived in high life nor solitude ! " ( as if the millions of human hearts that lay between were nothing ! ) his splenetic inventions against others , and his extraordinary forgetfulness of his own offences . The passage is quoted where ...
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... lived a good deal with , in Switzerland ; and he was intimate again with him in Italy ; yet , in the list of the only persons whom , on some occasion or other , he mentioned publicly as having seen in that country , Mr. Shelley's name ...
... lived a good deal with , in Switzerland ; and he was intimate again with him in Italy ; yet , in the list of the only persons whom , on some occasion or other , he mentioned publicly as having seen in that country , Mr. Shelley's name ...
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... lived with him , father as well as children , were already only upon sufferance in Tuscany . They had been expelled their native country , Romagna , for practices with the Carbonari ; and Lord Byron , who identified himself with their ...
... lived with him , father as well as children , were already only upon sufferance in Tuscany . They had been expelled their native country , Romagna , for practices with the Carbonari ; and Lord Byron , who identified himself with their ...
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... lived in a natural , not an artificial state of intercourse , and were equally sprightly , respectful , and self - possessed . My eldest boy surprised him with his address , ne- ver losing his singleness of manner , nor exhi- biting ...
... lived in a natural , not an artificial state of intercourse , and were equally sprightly , respectful , and self - possessed . My eldest boy surprised him with his address , ne- ver losing his singleness of manner , nor exhi- biting ...
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... lived as many years . It was most likely in that inter- val that she discovered she had no real hold on the affections of her companion . The portrait of her by Mr. West , " In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted eye , " is flattering upon ...
... lived as many years . It was most likely in that inter- val that she discovered she had no real hold on the affections of her companion . The portrait of her by Mr. West , " In Magdalen's loose hair and lifted eye , " is flattering upon ...
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acquaintance admired afterwards Albaro appeared Bard Baubo Bay of Spezia beauty believe body called Captain compliment confess connexion contradiction critics DEAR HUNT delight Don Juan doubt England English eyes fancy Faust feel genius Genoa gentleman give Goethe good-humoured handsome 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 mean Medwin Meph mistake Moore moral nature never noble occasion opinion Parisina passage passion perhaps person Pisa pleasure poem poet poetical poetry pretended reader reason respect Rimini seemed sense Shelley Shelley's sincerity sort speak spirit spleen talk tell thing thou thought tion told took truth Via Reggio wish word write written young
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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 syrups, 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 434 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare...
Сторінка 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
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 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 437 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
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 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...