The Works of Lord Byron, Volumen 12J. Murray, 1904 |
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... Never would I pursue a man to Jail for a mere debt , and never will I forgive one for ingratitude such as this Villain's . But let him go and be damned ( once in though first ) ; but I could much wish you to see him and inoculate him ...
... Never would I pursue a man to Jail for a mere debt , and never will I forgive one for ingratitude such as this Villain's . But let him go and be damned ( once in though first ) ; but I could much wish you to see him and inoculate him ...
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... never had those " two ladies , " upon my honour ! Never believe but half of such stories . Southey was a damned scoundrel to spread such a lie of a woman , whose mother he did his best to get and could not . 1 So you and Hobhouse have ...
... never had those " two ladies , " upon my honour ! Never believe but half of such stories . Southey was a damned scoundrel to spread such a lie of a woman , whose mother he did his best to get and could not . 1 So you and Hobhouse have ...
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... never answered , having had a thousand other things to think of . He now writes as if he believed that he had offended me by touching on the topic ; and I wish you to assure him that I am not at all so , —but , on the contrary , obliged ...
... never answered , having had a thousand other things to think of . He now writes as if he believed that he had offended me by touching on the topic ; and I wish you to assure him that I am not at all so , —but , on the contrary , obliged ...
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... never speak to you again as long as I breathe . 826. To Richard Belgrave Hoppner . Ravenna , Sept ! 10th 1820 . MY DEAR HOPPNER , -Ecco Advocate Fossati's letter . No paper has nor will be signed . Pray draw on me for the Napoleons ...
... never speak to you again as long as I breathe . 826. To Richard Belgrave Hoppner . Ravenna , Sept ! 10th 1820 . MY DEAR HOPPNER , -Ecco Advocate Fossati's letter . No paper has nor will be signed . Pray draw on me for the Napoleons ...
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... never let a day pass without offering you insults of the most violent " kind , in which she was abetted by me " ( ibid . , p . 423 ) . Mary Shelley's indignant defence of her husband , written to Mrs. Hoppner , was sent to Shelley to be ...
... never let a day pass without offering you insults of the most violent " kind , in which she was abetted by me " ( ibid . , p . 423 ) . Mary Shelley's indignant defence of her husband , written to Mrs. Hoppner , was sent to Shelley to be ...
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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...