The Works of Lord Byron: Letters, 1804-1813, Volym 1W. Heinemann, 1896 - 469 sidor |
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... once dandified and truculent , bigoted yet dissolute , magnificent but vulgar ( or so it seems to us ) , artistic , very sumptuous , and yet capable of astonishing effort and superb self - sacrifice . It was a generation bent above all ...
... once dandified and truculent , bigoted yet dissolute , magnificent but vulgar ( or so it seems to us ) , artistic , very sumptuous , and yet capable of astonishing effort and superb self - sacrifice . It was a generation bent above all ...
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... 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 Mr. Mortlock , than those who authorised you to request his permission ...
... 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 Mr. Mortlock , than those who authorised you to request his permission ...
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... once , and I trust to your friendship and generosity rather than to my own excuses . Though my health is not perfectly re - estab- lished , I am out of all danger , and have recovered everything but my spirits , which are subject to de ...
... once , and I trust to your friendship and generosity rather than to my own excuses . Though my health is not perfectly re - estab- lished , I am out of all danger , and have recovered everything but my spirits , which are subject to de ...
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... once since my departure from Harrow in 1805 , and then he politely told Tatersall I was not a proper associate for his pupils . This was long before my strictures in verse ; but , in plain prose , had I been some years older , I should ...
... once since my departure from Harrow in 1805 , and then he politely told Tatersall I was not a proper associate for his pupils . This was long before my strictures in verse ; but , in plain prose , had I been some years older , I should ...
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... once thought myself a philosopher , and talked nonsense with great decorum : I defied pain , and preached up equanimity . For some time this did very well , for no one was in pain for me but my friends , and none lost their patience but ...
... once thought myself a philosopher , and talked nonsense with great decorum : I defied pain , and preached up equanimity . For some time this did very well , for no one was in pain for me but my friends , and none lost their patience but ...
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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...