The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 12J. Murray, 1904 |
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... natural , that the ortho- graphy is also in a state of nature . Here is a poor creature , ill and solitary , who thinks , as a last resource , of translating you or me into French ! Was there ever such a notion ? It seems to me the ...
... natural , that the ortho- graphy is also in a state of nature . Here is a poor creature , ill and solitary , who thinks , as a last resource , of translating you or me into French ! Was there ever such a notion ? It seems to me the ...
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... natural at home ; or if they were busy , she might have borrowed the * , her Mother's -Lady Besborough to wit - the of the last half Century . Yours , B. 822. - To John Hanson . Ravenna , August 31st 1820 . DEAR SIR , -I pray you to ...
... natural at home ; or if they were busy , she might have borrowed the * , her Mother's -Lady Besborough to wit - the of the last half Century . Yours , B. 822. - To John Hanson . Ravenna , August 31st 1820 . DEAR SIR , -I pray you to ...
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... natural children ! Were it not for the poor little child's sake , I am almost tempted to send her back to her atheistical mother , but that would be too bad ; you cannot conceive against Shelley in the spring of 1820 , which had altered ...
... natural children ! Were it not for the poor little child's sake , I am almost tempted to send her back to her atheistical mother , but that would be too bad ; you cannot conceive against Shelley in the spring of 1820 , which had altered ...
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... natural son of the second Lord Carhampton , and always a poor man , made himself a remark- able position in society by his brilliant wit . " Mr. Luttrell , " wrote VOL . V. G despise Mrs. Heman ; but if she knit blue stockings.
... natural son of the second Lord Carhampton , and always a poor man , made himself a remark- able position in society by his brilliant wit . " Mr. Luttrell , " wrote VOL . V. G despise Mrs. Heman ; but if she knit blue stockings.
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... natural son , John Byron , who succeeded to the property by deed of gift , was therefore the real founder of Byron's family . Whether Byron knew this illegitimacy or not is uncertain . 840. - To John Murray . Ravenna , 8bre 17o.
... natural son , John Byron , who succeeded to the property by deed of gift , was therefore the real founder of Byron's family . Whether Byron knew this illegitimacy or not is uncertain . 840. - To John Murray . Ravenna , 8bre 17o.
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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...