Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 páginas |
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... Dear Sherry ! " - Likenesses . - Job . - Scott's Writ- ings . Sale of Newstead . Buonaparte's Reverses . Mary Duff . Lucretius . - Ar- chitecture . De L'Allemagne . Orange Boven .. Edinburgh Review . -Lord Car- lisle . Portraits of ...
... Dear Sherry ! " - Likenesses . - Job . - Scott's Writ- ings . Sale of Newstead . Buonaparte's Reverses . Mary Duff . Lucretius . - Ar- chitecture . De L'Allemagne . Orange Boven .. Edinburgh Review . -Lord Car- lisle . Portraits of ...
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... dear To one who thus for kindred hearts must roam , And seek abroad the love denied at home : Those hearts , dear Ida , have I found in thee , A home , a world , a paradise to me . " This early volume , indeed , abounds with the most ...
... dear To one who thus for kindred hearts must roam , And seek abroad the love denied at home : Those hearts , dear Ida , have I found in thee , A home , a world , a paradise to me . " This early volume , indeed , abounds with the most ...
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... dear Miss Pigot , and am very much obliged to you for the [ Richard Wingfield , fifth viscount Powerscourt . His lordship was born September , 1790 , and died August , 1823. ] trouble you have taken . It is impossible I should have any ...
... dear Miss Pigot , and am very much obliged to you for the [ Richard Wingfield , fifth viscount Powerscourt . His lordship was born September , 1790 , and died August , 1823. ] trouble you have taken . It is impossible I should have any ...
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... Dear Pigot , forgive this petulant effusion , and attribute it to the idle conduct of that precious rascal , who , instead of obey- ing my injunctions , is sauntering through the streets of that political Pandemonium , Not- tingham ...
... Dear Pigot , forgive this petulant effusion , and attribute it to the idle conduct of that precious rascal , who , instead of obey- ing my injunctions , is sauntering through the streets of that political Pandemonium , Not- tingham ...
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... Dear Bankes , : " Southwell , March 6. 1807 . " Your critique is valuable for many reasons in the first place , it is the only one in which flattery has borne so slight a part ; in the next , I am cloyed with insipid com- pliments . I ...
... Dear Bankes , : " Southwell , March 6. 1807 . " Your critique is valuable for many reasons in the first place , it is the only one in which flattery has borne so slight a part ; in the next , I am cloyed with insipid com- pliments . I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 399 - 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.
Página 308 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 321 - Though. thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish; By a power to thee unknown, . Thou canst never be alone; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell.
Página 272 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
Página 320 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Página 411 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structure rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged lion's marble piles, Where Venice sat in state, throned in her hundred isles.
Página 156 - I have traversed the seat of war in the Peninsula, I have been in some of the most oppressed provinces of Turkey, but never under the most despotic of infidel governments did I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return in the very heart of a Christian country.
Página 475 - 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 338 - I am glad you like it ; it is a fine indistinct piece of poetical desolation, and my favourite. I was half mad during the time of its composition, between metaphysics, mountains, lakes, love unextinguishable, thoughts unutterable, and the nightmare of my own delinquencies. I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law...
Página 407 - MY DEAREST TERESA : — I have read this book in your garden; my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them — which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will...