Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Volumen1Wilder & Campbell, 1824 - 304 páginas |
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... thee , " Wild as thy wave , and headlong as thy speed ? " What do I say - a mirror of my heart ? " Are not thy waters sweeping , dark and strong ? " Such as my feelings were and are , thou art ; " And such as thou art , were my passions ...
... thee , " Wild as thy wave , and headlong as thy speed ? " What do I say - a mirror of my heart ? " Are not thy waters sweeping , dark and strong ? " Such as my feelings were and are , thou art ; " And such as thou art , were my passions ...
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... thee ; I have look'd on thee , " Full of that thought , and from that moment ne'er 66 Thy waters could I dream of , name or see , " Without the inseparable sigh for her . " Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream ; 66 Yes , they ...
... thee ; I have look'd on thee , " Full of that thought , and from that moment ne'er 66 Thy waters could I dream of , name or see , " Without the inseparable sigh for her . " Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream ; 66 Yes , they ...
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... thee . " Tis vain to struggle - let me perish young- " Live as I lived , and love as I have loved : " To dust if I return , from dust I sprung , " And then at least my heart can ne'er be moved . " Calling on Lord Byron one evening after ...
... thee . " Tis vain to struggle - let me perish young- " Live as I lived , and love as I have loved : " To dust if I return , from dust I sprung , " And then at least my heart can ne'er be moved . " Calling on Lord Byron one evening after ...
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... thee ! 66 66 The shrill cicalas , people of the pine , Making their summer lives one ceaseless song , " Were the sole echoes save my steed's and mine , And vesper bell's that rose the boughs among . ' Don Juan , Canto III . Stanza 105 ...
... thee ! 66 66 The shrill cicalas , people of the pine , Making their summer lives one ceaseless song , " Were the sole echoes save my steed's and mine , And vesper bell's that rose the boughs among . ' Don Juan , Canto III . Stanza 105 ...
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... thee , the more they enjoy . " When , the season of youth and its jollities past , “ For refuge we fly to the goblet at last , " Then we find - who does not ? in the flow of the soul , " That truth , as of yore , is confin'd to the bowl ...
... thee , the more they enjoy . " When , the season of youth and its jollities past , “ For refuge we fly to the goblet at last , " Then we find - who does not ? in the flow of the soul , " That truth , as of yore , is confin'd to the bowl ...
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Página 105 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife...
Página 112 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 113 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Página 208 - Ward has no heart, they say ; but I deny it;— He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Página 113 - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 173 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 113 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 256 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 300 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Página 31 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...