The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington, Volumen 2Harper, 1855 |
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... dear countess , that I have not been idle since I saw you ; but the truth is , I like occupation , and find it the best cure for banishing painful retrospections . Mr. Bulwer set off yesterday for Italy , and will visit Rome and Naples ...
... dear countess , that I have not been idle since I saw you ; but the truth is , I like occupation , and find it the best cure for banishing painful retrospections . Mr. Bulwer set off yesterday for Italy , and will visit Rome and Naples ...
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... dear to me as the life - blood that warms my heart , and though years , long years , have passed since then , I remember the blow as if it only yesterday fell on me . " When such an affliction befalls us , we are apt to forget that ...
... dear to me as the life - blood that warms my heart , and though years , long years , have passed since then , I remember the blow as if it only yesterday fell on me . " When such an affliction befalls us , we are apt to forget that ...
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Richard Robert Madden. my dear friend , under such afflictions , and I have been often , during the last six years ... dear friend , to see your writing again . It appeared a long , long time since you left me , and I anxiously looked ...
Richard Robert Madden. my dear friend , under such afflictions , and I have been often , during the last six years ... dear friend , to see your writing again . It appeared a long , long time since you left me , and I anxiously looked ...
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... dear country and dearer self , and brings back to me our long causeries by the fireside . I trembled on reading the danger to which you were exposed during the terrible voyage to France . Little did I imagine that the storm which I ...
... dear country and dearer self , and brings back to me our long causeries by the fireside . I trembled on reading the danger to which you were exposed during the terrible voyage to France . Little did I imagine that the storm which I ...
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... dear to you . I hope you will find your father better . Comte D'Orsay sends his most cordial regards , Marguerite her tender amitiés . Heaven bless you , chère , belle et aimable amie , prays M. BLESSINGTON . " LETTERS FROM LA CONTESSA ...
... dear to you . I hope you will find your father better . Comte D'Orsay sends his most cordial regards , Marguerite her tender amitiés . Heaven bless you , chère , belle et aimable amie , prays M. BLESSINGTON . " LETTERS FROM LA CONTESSA ...
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Página 39 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 563 - I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown ; I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Página 16 - WHERE MANY OF HIS ANCESTORS AND HIS MOTHER ARE BURIED, LIE THE REMAINS OF GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON, LORD BYRON, OF ROCHDALE, IN THE COUNTY OF LANCASTER, THE AUTHOR OF "CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
Página 564 - This grave contains all that was mortal of a young English poet, who, on his death-bed, in the bitterness of his heart at the malicious power of his enemies, desired these words to be engraven on his tombstone : " Here lies one whose name was writ in water...
Página 564 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página 386 - After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Página 563 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Página 564 - Rome. The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Página 83 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Página 15 - The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument...