The Works of Lord Byron: Letters, 1804-1813, Volym 1W. Heinemann, 1896 - 469 sidor |
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... manners attached me to him for ever . He departs for a mercantile house in town in October , and we shall probably not meet till the expiration of my minority , when I shall leave to his decision either entering as a partner through my ...
... manners attached me to him for ever . He departs for a mercantile house in town in October , and we shall probably not meet till the expiration of my minority , when I shall leave to his decision either entering as a partner through my ...
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... manner they respectively deserve , and will be surprised to hear the person who is now addressing you has been frequently compared to the latter . I know I am injuring myself in your esteem by this avowal , but the circumstance was so ...
... manner they respectively deserve , and will be surprised to hear the person who is now addressing you has been frequently compared to the latter . I know I am injuring myself in your esteem by this avowal , but the circumstance was so ...
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... manner , and as much alone as possible . When my rooms are ready I shall be glad to see you at present it would be improper , and uncomfortable to both parties . You can hardly object to my rendering my mansion habitable , not ...
... manner , and as much alone as possible . When my rooms are ready I shall be glad to see you at present it would be improper , and uncomfortable to both parties . You can hardly object to my rendering my mansion habitable , not ...
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... manners . The world is all before me , and I leave England without regret , and without a wish to revisit any thing it contains , except yourself and your present residence . - Believe me , yours ever sincerely . I P.S. - Pray tell Mr ...
... manners . The world is all before me , and I leave England without regret , and without a wish to revisit any thing it contains , except yourself and your present residence . - Believe me , yours ever sincerely . I P.S. - Pray tell Mr ...
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... in a private and clandestine manner . I must just observe , that the village of Cintra in Estremadura is the most beautiful , perhaps , in the world . I am very happy here , because I loves oranges 63 TO MR . HODGSON July 16.
... in a private and clandestine manner . I must just observe , that the village of Cintra in Estremadura is the most beautiful , perhaps , in the world . I am very happy here , because I loves oranges 63 TO MR . HODGSON July 16.
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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...