Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Հատոր 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 440 էջ |
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... pleasure I took in it after my prison , and the gratitude I owe to a fair cousin , who saved me from being burnt there one fine morn- ing , I received visits in it from two persons of a remarkable discrepancy of character - Lord Byron ...
... pleasure I took in it after my prison , and the gratitude I owe to a fair cousin , who saved me from being burnt there one fine morn- ing , I received visits in it from two persons of a remarkable discrepancy of character - Lord Byron ...
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... pleasure , is an offence . When I agreed to go to Italy and join in setting up the proposed work , Shelley , who was fond of giving his friends appellations , happened to be talking one day with Lord Byron of the mysti- fication 62 LORD ...
... pleasure , is an offence . When I agreed to go to Italy and join in setting up the proposed work , Shelley , who was fond of giving his friends appellations , happened to be talking one day with Lord Byron of the mysti- fication 62 LORD ...
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... pleasure . Our manner of life was this . Lord Byron , who used to sit up at night , writing Don Juan ( which he did under the influence of gin and water ) , rose late in the morning . He break- fasted ; read ; lounged about , singing an ...
... pleasure . Our manner of life was this . Lord Byron , who used to sit up at night , writing Don Juan ( which he did under the influence of gin and water ) , rose late in the morning . He break- fasted ; read ; lounged about , singing an ...
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... pleasure to tell him . Good God ! what homage might not that man have received , and what love and pleasure recipro- cated , if he could have been content with the truth , and had truth enough of his own to think a little better of his ...
... pleasure to tell him . Good God ! what homage might not that man have received , and what love and pleasure recipro- cated , if he could have been content with the truth , and had truth enough of his own to think a little better of his ...
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... pleasure of adding me to the list ; and finding , when we pushed forward , that there was nothing par- ticular in the spectacle of my horsemanship , he said in a tone of disappointment , " Why , Hunt , you ride very well ! " Trelawney ...
... pleasure of adding me to the list ; and finding , when we pushed forward , that there was nothing par- ticular in the spectacle of my horsemanship , he said in a tone of disappointment , " Why , Hunt , you ride very well ! " Trelawney ...
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acquaintance admired afterwards Albaro appeared Bard Baubo Bay of Spezia beauty believe body called compliment confess connexion contradiction critics DEAR HUNT delight Don Juan doubt England English eyes fancy Faust feel genius Genoa gentleman give Goethe good-humoured Greece Hazlitt heart honour hope intercourse 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 Meph mistake Moore moral nature never noble occasion opinion Parisina passage passion perhaps person Pisa pleasure poem poet poetical poetry politics 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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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 446 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Էջ 437 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Էջ 437 - Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well 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?
Էջ 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; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Էջ 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.