Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Volumen 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 páginas |
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... night of the same day , he took a post - chaise for Leghorn , intending next morning to sign his will in that city , and then depart with his friend Captain Williams for Lerici . I earnestly entreated him , if the wea- ther was violent ...
... night of the same day , he took a post - chaise for Leghorn , intending next morning to sign his will in that city , and then depart with his friend Captain Williams for Lerici . I earnestly entreated him , if the wea- ther was violent ...
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... night there was a tre- mendous storm of thunder and lightning , which made us very anxious ; but we hoped our friend had arrived before then . When Mr. Trelawney came to Pisa , and told us he was missing , I underwent one of the ...
... night there was a tre- mendous storm of thunder and lightning , which made us very anxious ; but we hoped our friend had arrived before then . When Mr. Trelawney came to Pisa , and told us he was missing , I underwent one of the ...
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... 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 air , generally out of Rossini , and in a swaggering style , though in a ...
... 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 air , generally out of Rossini , and in a swaggering style , though in a ...
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... night , when I went to bed , he was just thinking of setting to work with Don Juan . His favourite reading was history and travels . I think I am correct in saying that his favou- rite authors were Bayle and Gibbon . Gib- bon was ...
... night , when I went to bed , he was just thinking of setting to work with Don Juan . His favourite reading was history and travels . I think I am correct in saying that his favou- rite authors were Bayle and Gibbon . Gib- bon was ...
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... night dabbling in the water , and making wild noises . Here Mr. Trelawney joined us . He took me to the Villa Magni ( the house just alluded to ) ; and we paced over its empty rooms , and neglected garden . The sea fawned upon the shore ...
... night dabbling in the water , and making wild noises . Here Mr. Trelawney joined us . He took me to the Villa Magni ( the house just alluded to ) ; and we paced over its empty rooms , and neglected garden . The sea fawned upon the shore ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 435 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Página 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.
Página 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.