The Works of Lord Byron: Letters, 1804-1813, Volym 1W. Heinemann, 1896 - 469 sidor |
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... hope that , by the time I have finished my task , I shall be found to have formed a collection of facts and portraitures , which , by making for a juster apprehension of the quality and temper of Byron's environment , will make for a ...
... hope that , by the time I have finished my task , I shall be found to have formed a collection of facts and portraitures , which , by making for a juster apprehension of the quality and temper of Byron's environment , will make for a ...
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... hope not . Do not overlook my watch - riband and purse , as I wish to carry them with me . Your note was given me by Harry , at the play , whither I attended Miss L and Dr. S― ; and now I have sat down to answer it before I go to bed ...
... hope not . Do not overlook my watch - riband and purse , as I wish to carry them with me . Your note was given me by Harry , at the play , whither I attended Miss L and Dr. S― ; and now I have sat down to answer it before I go to bed ...
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... hope it don't give you too much trouble . Go on slowly , but surely . Once more , adieu . TO HENRY ANGELO ii Trinity College , Cambridge , May 16 , 1806 . Sir , -You cannot be more indignant , at the inso- lent and unmerited conduct of ...
... hope it don't give you too much trouble . Go on slowly , but surely . Once more , adieu . TO HENRY ANGELO ii Trinity College , Cambridge , May 16 , 1806 . Sir , -You cannot be more indignant , at the inso- lent and unmerited conduct of ...
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... hope you have kept them from that upas tree , that antidote to the arts , Mrs. B. Entre nous , -you may expect to see me soon . Adieu . Yours ever . то MISS PIGOT ix August 26 , 1806 . My dear Bridget , -I have only just dismounted from ...
... hope you have kept them from that upas tree , that antidote to the arts , Mrs. B. Entre nous , -you may expect to see me soon . Adieu . Yours ever . то MISS PIGOT ix August 26 , 1806 . My dear Bridget , -I have only just dismounted from ...
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... hope , will also escape the severity of uncalled for , though perhaps not undeserved , criticism . They were written on many and various occasions , and are now published merely for the perusal of a friendly circle . Believe me , sir ...
... hope , will also escape the severity of uncalled for , though perhaps not undeserved , criticism . They were written on many and various occasions , and are now published merely for the perusal of a friendly circle . Believe me , sir ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Letters, 1804-1813, Volym 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
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Sida 384 - Ward has no heart, they say; but I deny it. He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Sida 378 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Sida 335 - Oh never talk again to me Of northern climes and British ladies, It has not been your lot to see, Like me, the lovely girl of Cadiz. Although her eye be not of blue, Nor fair her locks, like English lasses, How far its own expressive hue The languid azure eye surpasses I 2.
Sida 413 - LINES TO A LADY WEEPING.* WEEP, daughter of a royal line, A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay ; Ah ! happy if each tear of thine Could wash a father's fault away ! Weep — for thy tears are Virtue's tears — Auspicious to these suffering isles ; And be each drop in future years Repaid thee by thy people's smiles ! THE CHAIN I GAVE.
Sida 322 - Hobhouse muttering fearful curses, As the hatchway down he rolls, Now his breakfast, now his verses, Vomits forth — and damns our souls. " Here's a stanza On Braganza — Help !" — " A couplet?"—" No, a cup Of warm water — " " What's the matter?" " Zounds ! my liver's coming up ; I shall not survive the racket Of this brutal Lisbon Packet.
Sida 368 - Science' self destroy'd her favourite son ! Yes, she too much indulged thy fond pursuit, She sow'd the seeds, but death has reap'd the fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the...
Sida 305 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Sida 203 - He was pleased to coincide, and to dwell on the description of your Jameses as no less royal than poetical. He spoke alternately of Homer and yourself, and seemed well acquainted with both ; so that (with the exception of the Turks 2 and your humble servant) you were in very good company.
Sida 436 - Hunt does one harm by making fine things petty, and beautiful things hateful. Through him I am indifferent to Mozart, I care not for white Busts — and many a glorious thing when associated with him becomes a nothing.
Sida 465 - Having the advantage of him in that respect, and possessing a good competent share of such reading as is little read, I was sometimes able to put under his eye objects which had for him the interest of novelty. I remember particularly repeating to him the fine poem of Hardyknute...