The works of Thomas Moore, Volumen 161832 |
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... Hobhouse and myself are just returned from a jour- ney of lakes and mountains . We have been to the Grindelwald , and the Jungfrau , and stood on the summit of the Wengen Alp ; and seen torrents of nine hundred feet in fall , and ...
... Hobhouse and myself are just returned from a jour- ney of lakes and mountains . We have been to the Grindelwald , and the Jungfrau , and stood on the summit of the Wengen Alp ; and seen torrents of nine hundred feet in fall , and ...
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... Hobhouse , the pole which sustains the mainsail slipped in tacking , and struck me so violently on one of my legs ( the worst , luckily ) as to make me do a foolish thing , viz . to faint - a downright swoon ; the thing must have jarred ...
... Hobhouse , the pole which sustains the mainsail slipped in tacking , and struck me so violently on one of my legs ( the worst , luckily ) as to make me do a foolish thing , viz . to faint - a downright swoon ; the thing must have jarred ...
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... Hobhouse walked on before . A mile from Lausanne , the road overflowed by the lake ; got on horseback and rode till within a mile of Vevay . The colt young , but went very well . Overtook Hobhouse , and resumed the carriage , which is ...
... Hobhouse walked on before . A mile from Lausanne , the road overflowed by the lake ; got on horseback and rode till within a mile of Vevay . The colt young , but went very well . Overtook Hobhouse , and resumed the carriage , which is ...
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... Hobhouse and all the party . Arrived at a lake in the very bosom of the mountains ; left our quadrupeds with a shepherd , and ascended farther ; came to some snow in patches , upon which my forehead's perspiration fell like rain ...
... Hobhouse and all the party . Arrived at a lake in the very bosom of the mountains ; left our quadrupeds with a shepherd , and ascended farther ; came to some snow in patches , upon which my forehead's perspiration fell like rain ...
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... Hob- house went to fish - caught one . Our carriage not come ; our horses , mules , etc. , knocked up ; ourselves fatigued ; but so much the better - I shall sleep . « The view from the highest points of to - day's journey comprised on ...
... Hob- house went to fish - caught one . Our carriage not come ; our horses , mules , etc. , knocked up ; ourselves fatigued ; but so much the better - I shall sleep . « The view from the highest points of to - day's journey comprised on ...
Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance admiration answer appear Armenian arrived beautiful believe Bologna Canto character Childe Harold copy Count Guiccioli Countess Countess Guiccioli Diodati Don Juan England English feel friends Galignani Geneva Gifford give gondola gone hear heard heart Hobhouse honour hope Hoppner horses husband Italian Italy Jungfrau kind Kinnaird lady Lake late least letter living look Lord Byron Madame Madame de Staël Manfred Marino Faliero mean Milan mind Mira Moore Morgante Maggiore MURRAY never night noble opinion passion perhaps person poem poet poetry Polidori Pope Pray present pretty published Ravenna received recollect Rome scene seen sent Shelley spirit stanzas suppose sure tell thee thing Third Canto thou thought tion told translation Venetian Venice verse Wengen whole wife wish woman word write written wrote
Pasajes populares
Página 460 - 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. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Página 44 - My sister ! my sweet sister ! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine ; Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine : Go where I will, to me thou art the same — A loved regret which I would not resign. There yet are two things in my destiny, — A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
Página 48 - For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart I know myself secure, as thou in mine ; We were and are — I am, even as thou art — Beings who ne'er each other can resign ; It is the same, together or apart, From life's commencement to its slow decline We are entwined. — let death come slow or fast, The tie which bound the first endures the last ! LINES ON HEARING THAT LADY BYRON WAS ILL.
Página 269 - I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil.
Página 222 - He is a person of the most consummate genius, and capable, if he would direct his energies to such an end, of becoming the redeemer of his degraded country. But it is his weakness to be proud...
Página 138 - Of the embrace of angels, with a sex More beautiful than they, which did draw down The erring spirits who can ne'er return.
Página 16 - The music of the cows' bells ( for their wealth, like the patriarchs', is catile) in the pastures, which reach to a height far above any mountains in Britain, and the shepherds shouting to us from crag to crag, and playing on their reeds where the steeps appeared almost inaccessible, with the surrounding scenery, realized all that I have ever heard or imagined of a pastoral existence : — much more so than Greece or Asia Minor, for there we are a little too much of the sabre and...
Página 263 - What if thy deep and ample stream should be A mirror of my heart, where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ! What do I say, a mirror of my heart?
Página 47 - The world is all before me; I but ask Of Nature that with which she will comply — It is but in her summer's sun to bask, To mingle with the quiet of her sky, To see her gentle face without a mask, And never gaze on it with apathy.
Página 270 - Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.