The works of Thomas Moore, Volumen 161832 |
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... never dreamed . On such subjects , and on poetry , their conversation generally turned ; and , as might be expected from Lord Byron's facility in receiving new impressions , the opinions of his com- panion were not altogether without ...
... never dreamed . On such subjects , and on poetry , their conversation generally turned ; and , as might be expected from Lord Byron's facility in receiving new impressions , the opinions of his com- panion were not altogether without ...
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... never any lack of subjects , and , grave or gay , we were always interested . " During a week of rain at this time , having amused themselves with reading German ghost - stories , they agreed , at last , to write something in imitation ...
... never any lack of subjects , and , grave or gay , we were always interested . " During a week of rain at this time , having amused themselves with reading German ghost - stories , they agreed , at last , to write something in imitation ...
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... never before happened to read the Heloise ; and « I felt , in this near prospect of death ( says Mr Shelley ) , a mixture of sensations , among which terror entered , though but subordinately . My feelings would have been less painful ...
... never before happened to read the Heloise ; and « I felt , in this near prospect of death ( says Mr Shelley ) , a mixture of sensations , among which terror entered , though but subordinately . My feelings would have been less painful ...
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... never be alone : Thou art wrap as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud : And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell . Though thou see'st me not pass by , Thou shal feel me with thine eye , As a thing that , though ...
... never be alone : Thou art wrap as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud : And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell . Though thou see'st me not pass by , Thou shal feel me with thine eye , As a thing that , though ...
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... never making a voyage without a tempest . He was known to the sailors by the facetious name of ' Foul- weather Jack . ' But , though it were tempest - tost , Still his bark could not be lost . He returned safely from the wreck of the ...
... never making a voyage without a tempest . He was known to the sailors by the facetious name of ' Foul- weather Jack . ' But , though it were tempest - tost , Still his bark could not be lost . He returned safely from the wreck of the ...
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.