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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... his task , in proportion to the sense which he supposed me to entertain of his power . Lord Byron perhaps may have count . felt piqued at the review on his own E 2 LORD BYRON . 51 sion on the town in favour of Wordsworth; ...
... his task , in proportion to the sense which he supposed me to entertain of his power . Lord Byron perhaps may have count . felt piqued at the review on his own E 2 LORD BYRON . 51 sion on the town in favour of Wordsworth; ...
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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...