Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Հատոր 5John Murray, 1833 |
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... January 2. 1821 , I have a small grateful anticipation , which , in case of acci- dent , I add- 66 " To Penelope , January 2. 1821 . " This day , of all our days , has done The worst for me and you : - ' Tis just six years since we were ...
... January 2. 1821 , I have a small grateful anticipation , which , in case of acci- dent , I add- 66 " To Penelope , January 2. 1821 . " This day , of all our days , has done The worst for me and you : - ' Tis just six years since we were ...
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... January 4. 1821 . " A sudden thought strikes me . ' Let me begin a Journal once more . The last I kept was in Switzer- land , in record of a tour made in the Bernese Alps , which I made to send to my sister in 1816 , and I suppose that ...
... January 4. 1821 . " A sudden thought strikes me . ' Let me begin a Journal once more . The last I kept was in Switzer- land , in record of a tour made in the Bernese Alps , which I made to send to my sister in 1816 , and I suppose that ...
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... January 5. 1821 . - dull and drooping the weather ground , and Snow on the - " Rose late dripping and dense . sirocco above in the sky , like yesterday . Roads up to the horse's belly , so that riding ( at least for pleasure ) is not ...
... January 5. 1821 . - dull and drooping the weather ground , and Snow on the - " Rose late dripping and dense . sirocco above in the sky , like yesterday . Roads up to the horse's belly , so that riding ( at least for pleasure ) is not ...
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... January 6. 1821 . “ Mist — thaw — slop rain . No stirring out on horseback . Read Spence's Anecdotes . Pope a fine fellow- always thought him so . Corrected blunders in nine apophthegms of Bacon - all historical — and read Mitford's ...
... January 6. 1821 . “ Mist — thaw — slop rain . No stirring out on horseback . Read Spence's Anecdotes . Pope a fine fellow- always thought him so . Corrected blunders in nine apophthegms of Bacon - all historical — and read Mitford's ...
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... January 7. 1821 , Sunday . " Still rain - mist- snow - drizzle- and all the incalculable combinations of a climate where heat and cold struggle for mastery . Read Spence , and turned over Roscoe , to find a passage I have not found ...
... January 7. 1821 , Sunday . " Still rain - mist- snow - drizzle- and all the incalculable combinations of a climate where heat and cold struggle for mastery . Read Spence , and turned over Roscoe , to find a passage I have not found ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., Հատոր 5 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1832 |
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Էջ 63 - Tis a grand poem — and so true! — true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things — time — language — the earth — the bounds of the sea — the stars of the sky, and every thing 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal.
Էջ 18 - The morning precious; beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit. Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Էջ 300 - Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Էջ 328 - There is a spot in the churchyard, near the footpath, on the brow of the hill looking towards Windsor, and a tomb under a large tree (bearing the name of Peachie, or Peachey), where I used to sit for hours and hours when a boy. This was my favourite spot...
Էջ 344 - There is thus another man gone, about whom the world was illnaturedly, and ignorantly, and brutally mistaken. It will, perhaps, do him justice now, when he can be no better for it.5 You are all mistaken about Shelley. You do not know how mild, how tolerant, how good he was...
Էջ 23 - When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours ; Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
Էջ 348 - ... and regular interment. You can have no idea what an extraordinary effect such a funeral pile has, on a desolate shore, with mountains in the back-ground and the sea before, and the singular appearance the salt and frankincense gave to the flame. All of Shelley was consumed, except his heart, which would not take the flame, and is now preserved in spirits of wine.
Էջ 76 - Deans-looking body,' as we Scotch say — and, if not handsome, certainly not ill-looking. Her conversation was as quiet as herself. One would never have guessed she could write her name ; whereas her father talked, not as if he could write nothing else, but as if nothing else was worth writing.
Էջ 163 - Neither time, nor distance, nor grief, nor age, can ever diminish my veneration for him, who is the great moral poet of all times, of all climes, of all feelings, and of all stages of . existence-.
Էջ 235 - The pity of these men is, that they never lived in high life, nor in solitude : there is no medium for the knowledge of the busy or the still world. If admitted into high life for a season, it is merely as spectators — they form no part of the mechanism thereof. Now Moore and I, the one by circumstances, and the other by birth, happened to be free of the corporation, and to have entered into its pulses and passions, quarum partes fuimus. Both of us have learnt by this much which nothing else could...