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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... never have appeared before the public . I despise mere writing for the sake of book - making , and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes . I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time , -in his own ...
... never have appeared before the public . I despise mere writing for the sake of book - making , and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes . I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time , -in his own ...
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... never forget my predilections . I was in a wretch- ed state of health , and worse spirits , when I was at Geneva ; but quiet and the lake , physicians better than Polidori , soon set me up . I never led so moral a life as during my ...
... never forget my predilections . I was in a wretch- ed state of health , and worse spirits , when I was at Geneva ; but quiet and the lake , physicians better than Polidori , soon set me up . I never led so moral a life as during my ...
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... never fann'd ። By the bleak wind that chills the polar flood . " My blood is all meridian ; were it not , " I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be , " In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , “ A slave again of love , at least of ...
... never fann'd ። By the bleak wind that chills the polar flood . " My blood is all meridian ; were it not , " I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be , " In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , “ A slave again of love , at least of ...
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... never so attached to any place in my life as to Ravenna , and but for the failure of the Constitutionalists and this fracas , should probably never have left it . The peasantry are the best people in the world , and the beauty of their ...
... never so attached to any place in my life as to Ravenna , and but for the failure of the Constitutionalists and this fracas , should probably never have left it . The peasantry are the best people in the world , and the beauty of their ...
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... never tired of my rides in the pine - forest : it breathes of the Decameron : it is poetical ground . Francesca lived , and Dante was exiled and died at Ravenna . is something inspiring in such an air . * There " The people liked me as ...
... never tired of my rides in the pine - forest : it breathes of the Decameron : it is poetical ground . Francesca lived , and Dante was exiled and died at Ravenna . is something inspiring in such an air . * There " The people liked me as ...
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Página 75 - 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. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 75 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 90 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Página 16 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest!
Página 35 - I have a passion for the name of " Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be ; All feelings changed, but this was last to vary, A spell from which even yet I am not quite free : But I grow sad — and let a tale grow cold, Which must not be pathetically told.
Página 75 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 181 - His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Página 181 - 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.
Página 69 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
Página 162 - I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.