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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... took measures , which exceedingly mortified him , for solving this doubt ; and though they were on good terms when she left an uneasy house to vi- sit her friends in the country , and Lady By- ron might , I have no doubt , have been per ...
... took measures , which exceedingly mortified him , for solving this doubt ; and though they were on good terms when she left an uneasy house to vi- sit her friends in the country , and Lady By- ron might , I have no doubt , have been per ...
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... took great pride to the last . But his feelings , whatever they were , did not hinder him from wreaking his resentment in a manner which every one of his friends la- mented ; nor from availing himself , at a future day , of those rights ...
... took great pride to the last . But his feelings , whatever they were , did not hinder him from wreaking his resentment in a manner which every one of his friends la- mented ; nor from availing himself , at a future day , of those rights ...
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... took me into an inner - room , and intro- duced me to a young lady in a state of great agitation . Her face was flushed , her eyes lit up , and her hair ( which she wore in that fa- shion ) looked as if it streamed in disorder . This ...
... took me into an inner - room , and intro- duced me to a young lady in a state of great agitation . Her face was flushed , her eyes lit up , and her hair ( which she wore in that fa- shion ) looked as if it streamed in disorder . This ...
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... took their evening ride , and the thing was to be put an end to somehow . Fletcher , the valet , had been de- spatched for the police , and was not returned . It was wondered among other things , how I had 16 LORD BYRON .
... took their evening ride , and the thing was to be put an end to somehow . Fletcher , the valet , had been de- spatched for the police , and was not returned . It was wondered among other things , how I had 16 LORD BYRON .
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... took our drive in the barouche , in the course of which we met the police - officer , and my old acquaintance Fletcher , with his good - humoured , lack - a - daisaical face . Fletcher was for being legitimate , and having his wife out ...
... took our drive in the barouche , in the course of which we met the police - officer , and my old acquaintance Fletcher , with his good - humoured , lack - a - daisaical face . Fletcher was for being legitimate , and having his wife out ...
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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.