The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 12J. Murray, 1904 |
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... hands . I wonder they don't suspect the Serenaders , for they play on the guitar all night , here as in Spain , to their Mistresses . Talking of politics , as Caleb Quotem1 says , pray look at the Conclusion of my Ode on Waterloo ...
... hands . I wonder they don't suspect the Serenaders , for they play on the guitar all night , here as in Spain , to their Mistresses . Talking of politics , as Caleb Quotem1 says , pray look at the Conclusion of my Ode on Waterloo ...
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... hand , you would . In the first place , your packets ; then a letter from Kinnaird , on the most urgent business : another from Moore , about a communication to Lady B [ yron ] of importance ; a fourth from the mother of Allegra ; and ...
... hand , you would . In the first place , your packets ; then a letter from Kinnaird , on the most urgent business : another from Moore , about a communication to Lady B [ yron ] of importance ; a fourth from the mother of Allegra ; and ...
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... hand and the post going out tomorrow . Do you remember the epitaph on Voltaire ? 2 " Cy gît l'enfant gâté , " etc. " Here lies the spoilt child Of the World which he spoil'd . " The original is in Grimm and Diderot , etc. , etc. , etc ...
... hand and the post going out tomorrow . Do you remember the epitaph on Voltaire ? 2 " Cy gît l'enfant gâté , " etc. " Here lies the spoilt child Of the World which he spoil'd . " The original is in Grimm and Diderot , etc. , etc. , etc ...
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... hands , " as Jacob Tonson used to say of his ragamuffins , ) — in short , a critique of Goethe's upon Manfred ... hand , as Jacob " does all his authors . " - Pope to Steele , November 29 , 1712 ( Courthope's Pope , vol . vi . p . 396 ) ...
... hands , " as Jacob Tonson used to say of his ragamuffins , ) — in short , a critique of Goethe's upon Manfred ... hand , as Jacob " does all his authors . " - Pope to Steele , November 29 , 1712 ( Courthope's Pope , vol . vi . p . 396 ) ...
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... hands ; and there the matter ends . Your declining to publish will not be any offence to me . Yours in haste , B. His Helga , a poem in seven cantos , appeared in 1815 , and Hedin , or the Spectre of the Tomb , in 1820. The metre of ...
... hands ; and there the matter ends . Your declining to publish will not be any offence to me . Yours in haste , B. His Helga , a poem in seven cantos , appeared in 1815 , and Hedin , or the Spectre of the Tomb , in 1820. The metre of ...
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Página 443 - 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 222 - 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 247 - 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 149 - 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 440 - 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 153 - 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...