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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... perhaps by the flattery insinua- ted towards myself ; but my wife was right . Lord Byron's nature , from the first , contained that mixture of disagreeable with pleasanter qualities , which I had afterwards but too much occasion to ...
... perhaps by the flattery insinua- ted towards myself ; but my wife was right . Lord Byron's nature , from the first , contained that mixture of disagreeable with pleasanter qualities , which I had afterwards but too much occasion to ...
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... perhaps to ebullitions of ill - temper , but candid , sensitive , extremely to be pitied , and if a woman knew how , or was permitted by others to love him , extremely to be loved . What made me come the more warmly to this conclusion ...
... perhaps to ebullitions of ill - temper , but candid , sensitive , extremely to be pitied , and if a woman knew how , or was permitted by others to love him , extremely to be loved . What made me come the more warmly to this conclusion ...
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... perhaps too much alarm and resentment . The excess of his moods , which out of the spleen , and even self - reproach of the moment , he indulged in perhaps be- yond what he really felt , were so terrifying to a young and mortified woman ...
... perhaps too much alarm and resentment . The excess of his moods , which out of the spleen , and even self - reproach of the moment , he indulged in perhaps be- yond what he really felt , were so terrifying to a young and mortified woman ...
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... Perhaps he liked her the better . At all events , she piqued his will , which was his tender side ; the circles were loud in his condemnation ; and he was in perplexity about his child ; in whom , as his only representative , and the ...
... Perhaps he liked her the better . At all events , she piqued his will , which was his tender side ; the circles were loud in his condemnation ; and he was in perplexity about his child ; in whom , as his only representative , and the ...
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... Perhaps it might have been worse . O Beau- mont ! hadst thou been living in the times of this the namesake of thy fellow - dramatist - but I am told here , that my apostrophes will be getting scandalous . I returned to Leghorn ; and ...
... Perhaps it might have been worse . O Beau- mont ! hadst thou been living in the times of this the namesake of thy fellow - dramatist - but I am told here , that my apostrophes will be getting scandalous . I returned to Leghorn ; and ...
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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.