Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 стор. |
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... night ; and , when day broke , the people got the boats out ; but Mr. Byron , who , with the captain , went on shore , could not save a single article of his clothes , except what he had on his back . The land was , if possible , more ...
... night ; and , when day broke , the people got the boats out ; but Mr. Byron , who , with the captain , went on shore , could not save a single article of his clothes , except what he had on his back . The land was , if possible , more ...
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... night ; and of those who for want of room took shel- ter under a great tree , which stood them in very little stead , two more perished by the severity of that cold and rainy night . In the morning the calls of hunger , which had been ...
... night ; and of those who for want of room took shel- ter under a great tree , which stood them in very little stead , two more perished by the severity of that cold and rainy night . In the morning the calls of hunger , which had been ...
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... night , no other means could be devised for this purpose so effec- tual as the committing this charge to our care . Yet , notwithstanding our utmost vigilance and care , frequent robberies were committed upon our trust , the tent being ...
... night , no other means could be devised for this purpose so effec- tual as the committing this charge to our care . Yet , notwithstanding our utmost vigilance and care , frequent robberies were committed upon our trust , the tent being ...
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... night to cram ourselves . Capt . Cheap used to declare that he was quite ashamed of himself . At Castro , Mr. Byron seems to have made an impression on the niece of a rich old priest , of whom she was the re- puted heiress . This young ...
... night to cram ourselves . Capt . Cheap used to declare that he was quite ashamed of himself . At Castro , Mr. Byron seems to have made an impression on the niece of a rich old priest , of whom she was the re- puted heiress . This young ...
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... night . The next morning he still found himself so much fa- tigued that he could ride no longer ; therefore it was agreed that he and Mr. Hamilton should take a post - chaise , and that I should ride : but here an unlucky difficulty was ...
... night . The next morning he still found himself so much fa- tigued that he could ride no longer ; therefore it was agreed that he and Mr. Hamilton should take a post - chaise , and that I should ride : but here an unlucky difficulty was ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Повний перегляд - 1825 |
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Сторінка 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Сторінка 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Сторінка 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Сторінка 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Сторінка 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Сторінка 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Сторінка 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Сторінка 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Сторінка 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Сторінка 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.