The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 5J. Murray, 1835 |
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... suppose that Providence will get tired of them at last , " Yours , " & c . LETTER 401 . TO MR . MOORE . " Ravenna , Dec. 9. 1820 . " Besides this letter , you will receive three packets , containing , in all , 18 more sheets of ...
... suppose that Providence will get tired of them at last , " Yours , " & c . LETTER 401 . TO MR . MOORE . " Ravenna , Dec. 9. 1820 . " Besides this letter , you will receive three packets , containing , in all , 18 more sheets of ...
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... suppose . " You are to know that , if I had not had the body moved , they would have left him there till morning in the street , for fear of consequences . I would not choose to let even a dog die in such a manner , with- and , as for ...
... suppose . " You are to know that , if I had not had the body moved , they would have left him there till morning in the street , for fear of consequences . I would not choose to let even a dog die in such a manner , with- and , as for ...
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... suppose that she has it still , for she wrote to me that she was pleased with it . Another , and longer , I kept in 1813-1814 , which I gave to Thomas Moore in the same year . - - " This morning Igat me up late , as usual - weather bad ...
... suppose that she has it still , for she wrote to me that she was pleased with it . Another , and longer , I kept in 1813-1814 , which I gave to Thomas Moore in the same year . - - " This morning Igat me up late , as usual - weather bad ...
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... suppose . The falcon pretty brisk — the cats large and noisy— the monkeys I have not looked to since the cold weather , as they suffer by being brought up . Horses must be gay - get a ride as soon as weather serves . Deuced muggy still ...
... suppose . The falcon pretty brisk — the cats large and noisy— the monkeys I have not looked to since the cold weather , as they suffer by being brought up . Horses must be gay - get a ride as soon as weather serves . Deuced muggy still ...
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... suppose it is this , but have some suspicion that it may be laziness , which prevents me from writing ; especially as Rochefoucalt says that lazi- ness often masters them all ' . speaking of the passions . If this were true , it could ...
... suppose it is this , but have some suspicion that it may be laziness , which prevents me from writing ; especially as Rochefoucalt says that lazi- ness often masters them all ' . speaking of the passions . If this were true , it could ...
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Página 22 - 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. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Página 67 - Tis a grand poem — and so true! — true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things — time — language — the earth — the bounds of the sea — the stars of the sky, and every thing 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal.
Página 52 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
Página 196 - I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state...
Página 306 - Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Página 9 - I recollect, however, that having been much hurt by Romilly's conduct (he, having a general retainer for me, had acted as adviser to the adversary, alleging, on being reminded of his retainer, that he had forgotten it, as his clerk had so many), I observed that some of those who were now eagerly laying...
Página 27 - When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours ; Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
Página 354 - ... and regular interment. You can have no idea what an extraordinary effect such a funeral pile has, on a desolate shore, with mountains in the back-ground and the sea before, and the singular appearance the salt and frankincense gave to the flame. All of Shelley was consumed, except his heart, which would not take the flame, and is now preserved in spirits of wine.
Página 109 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." ["There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Página 113 - I feel exactly as you do about our ' art," but it comes over me in a kind of rage every now and then, like • • • • and then, if I do n't write to empty my mind, I go mad.