The Life, Letters and Journals of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeJohn Murray, 1844 - 735 páginas |
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... wish that I should no longer be your friend ? And why should I be so , if you treat me unkindly ? I have no interest in being so . Though you do not let the boys bully me , yet if you treat me unkindly , that is to me a great deal worse ...
... wish that I should no longer be your friend ? And why should I be so , if you treat me unkindly ? I have no interest in being so . Though you do not let the boys bully me , yet if you treat me unkindly , that is to me a great deal worse ...
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... wish to sink his early friendship with the young cottager may have been a result of that feeling . As his visits to Southwell were , after this period , but few and transient , I shall take the present opportunity of mentioning such ...
... wish to sink his early friendship with the young cottager may have been a result of that feeling . As his visits to Southwell were , after this period , but few and transient , I shall take the present opportunity of mentioning such ...
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... wish'd intercourse how sweet ! From this my hope of rapture springs , While youthful hearts thus fondly swell , Absence , my friend , can only tell , ' Friendship is Love without his wings ! ' " 3 Whether the verses I am now about to ...
... wish'd intercourse how sweet ! From this my hope of rapture springs , While youthful hearts thus fondly swell , Absence , my friend , can only tell , ' Friendship is Love without his wings ! ' " 3 Whether the verses I am now about to ...
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... wish women had more modesty . Talking of women , puts me in mind of my terrier Fanny - how is she ? Got a headach , must go to bed , up early in the morning to travel . My protégé breakfasts with me ; parting spoils my appetite ...
... wish women had more modesty . Talking of women , puts me in mind of my terrier Fanny - how is she ? Got a headach , must go to bed , up early in the morning to travel . My protégé breakfasts with me ; parting spoils my appetite ...
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... wish , —at least , in the bindings , paper , & c . , of the copy he sent to me . Perhaps those for the public may be more respectable in such articles . You have seen the Edinburgh Review , of course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so ...
... wish , —at least , in the bindings , paper , & c . , of the copy he sent to me . Perhaps those for the public may be more respectable in such articles . You have seen the Edinburgh Review , of course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so ...
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Página 243 - Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state ? Yes — one — the first — the last — the best— The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but One !
Página 302 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, 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.
Página 335 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And Love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Página 464 - Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, Tis that I may not weep...
Página 315 - 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 150 - 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 299 - Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Página 317 - I feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood ; trees and flowers and brooks Which do remember me of where I dwelt Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books, Come as of yore upon me, and can melt My heart with recognition of their looks...
Página 266 - As in that hour, a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, — and then it faded as it came ; And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows...
Página 159 - ... he preferred you to every bard past and present, and asked which of your works pleased me most. It was a difficult question. I answered, I thought the