Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volym 4John Murray, 1833 |
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... ever his own plays come upon any stage . ' " I wrote to Rogers the other day , with a mes- sage for you . I hope that he flourishes . He is the 6 Tithonus of poetry — immortal already . You and I B 3 1817 . 5 LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
... ever his own plays come upon any stage . ' " I wrote to Rogers the other day , with a mes- sage for you . I hope that he flourishes . He is the 6 Tithonus of poetry — immortal already . You and I B 3 1817 . 5 LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
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... poetry — immortal already . You and I must wait for it . You may " I hear nothing - know nothing . easily suppose that the English don't seek me , and I avoid them . To be sure , there are but few or none here , save passengers ...
... poetry — immortal already . You and I must wait for it . You may " I hear nothing - know nothing . easily suppose that the English don't seek me , and I avoid them . To be sure , there are but few or none here , save passengers ...
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... poetry of portrait , and the portrait of poetry . There was also one of some learned lady , centuries old , whose name I forget , but whose features must always be remem- bered . I never saw greater beauty , or sweetness , or wisdom ...
... poetry of portrait , and the portrait of poetry . There was also one of some learned lady , centuries old , whose name I forget , but whose features must always be remem- bered . I never saw greater beauty , or sweetness , or wisdom ...
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... returned what is not altered in the proof you sent me . Abbot is become a good man , and the Spirits are brought in at the death . You will find , I think , The some good poetry in this new act , here and 1817 . 13 LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
... returned what is not altered in the proof you sent me . Abbot is become a good man , and the Spirits are brought in at the death . You will find , I think , The some good poetry in this new act , here and 1817 . 13 LIFE OF LORD BYRON .
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... poetry in this new act , here and there ; and if so , print it , without sending me farther proofs , under Mr. Gifford's correction , if he will have the goodness to overlook it . Address all answers to Venice , as usual ; I mean to ...
... poetry in this new act , here and there ; and if so , print it , without sending me farther proofs , under Mr. Gifford's correction , if he will have the goodness to overlook it . Address all answers to Venice , as usual ; I mean to ...
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Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volym 4 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1832 |
The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volym 4 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1832 |
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Sida 255 - Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters ; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail. Thus to their hopeless eyes...
Sida 194 - Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to die — Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.
Sida 206 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Sida 173 - I greatly fear that the Guiccioli is going into a consumption, to which her constitution tends. Thus it is with every thing and every body for whom I feel any thing like a real attachment; — "War, death, or discord,
Sida 163 - 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.
Sida 253 - I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me. I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war...
Sida 195 - But you will recognise the hand-writing of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love. In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours — Amor mio — is comprised my existence here and hereafter.
Sida 135 - Sheridan, never mind the angry lies of.the humbug Whigs. Recollect that he was an Irishman and a clever fellow, and that we have had some very pleasant days with him. Don't forget that he was at school at Harrow, where, in my time, we used to show his name — RB Sheridan, 1765, — as an honour to the walls. Remember * *. Depend upon it that there were worse folks going, of that gang, than ever Sheridan was.
Sida 41 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Sida 346 - ... ever started. He tells us that the surfaces of all bodies are perpetually flying off from their respective bodies, one after another; and that these surfaces or thin cases that included each other whilst they were joined in the body like the coats of an onion, are sometimes seen entire when they are separated from it; by which means we often behold the shapes and shadows of persons who are either dead or absent.