The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 12J. Murray, 1904 |
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... French affairs have set the Italians in a ferment ; and no wonder : they have been too long 66 1. In France , after the fall of Decazes , who , as Chateaubriand said , slipped in the blood " of the Duc de Berri ( assassinated February ...
... French affairs have set the Italians in a ferment ; and no wonder : they have been too long 66 1. In France , after the fall of Decazes , who , as Chateaubriand said , slipped in the blood " of the Duc de Berri ( assassinated February ...
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... French in 1797 , lived a short life as the Ligurian Republic until , in 1805 , it was absorbed by the French Empire . In 1814 Lord William Bentinck compelled the French troops to evacuate the city , proclaimed the restoration of the ...
... French in 1797 , lived a short life as the Ligurian Republic until , in 1805 , it was absorbed by the French Empire . In 1814 Lord William Bentinck compelled the French troops to evacuate the city , proclaimed the restoration of the ...
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... French ! Was there ever such a notion ? It seems to me the consummation of despair . Pray enquire , and let me know , and , if you could draw a bill on me here for a few hundred francs , at your banker's , I will duly honour it , — that ...
... French ! Was there ever such a notion ? It seems to me the consummation of despair . Pray enquire , and let me know , and , if you could draw a bill on me here for a few hundred francs , at your banker's , I will duly honour it , — that ...
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... French , I have not answered her letter ; but would have done so in Italian , if I had not thought it would look like an affectation . I have just been scolding my monkey for tearing the seal of her letter , and spoiling a mock book ...
... French , I have not answered her letter ; but would have done so in Italian , if I had not thought it would look like an affectation . I have just been scolding my monkey for tearing the seal of her letter , and spoiling a mock book ...
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... French , or Dutch , or on what score , I know not , and he don't say , -except that ( for my satisfaction ) he says it is the best thing in the fellow's volume . If there is anything of the kind that I ought to know , you will doubtless ...
... French , or Dutch , or on what score , I know not , and he don't say , -except that ( for my satisfaction ) he says it is the best thing in the fellow's volume . If there is anything of the kind that I ought to know , you will doubtless ...
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Página 441 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Página 220 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 245 - 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.
Página 447 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Página 427 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Página 147 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Página 438 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey...
Página 447 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
Página 394 - Fame! — if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
Página 151 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen, and save. Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus; By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...