The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - 946 ページ |
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... thing for him from the vizier , which , if you consider every thing , and that he did not accompany me to Turkey . Consider the value of specie here , is nearly worth ten guineas this as merely a notice of my safety , and believe me ...
... thing for him from the vizier , which , if you consider every thing , and that he did not accompany me to Turkey . Consider the value of specie here , is nearly worth ten guineas this as merely a notice of my safety , and believe me ...
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... thing save an opera - ticket . " As for England , it is long since I have heard from it . Every one at all connected with my concerns is asleep , and you are my only correspondent , agents excepted . I have really no friends in the ...
... thing save an opera - ticket . " As for England , it is long since I have heard from it . Every one at all connected with my concerns is asleep , and you are my only correspondent , agents excepted . I have really no friends in the ...
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... thing from my pen must expect no quarter , on many accounts ; and as the present publication is of a nature very different from the former , we must not be sanguine . not entered into the heart of a stranger to conceive such a man ...
... thing from my pen must expect no quarter , on many accounts ; and as the present publication is of a nature very different from the former , we must not be sanguine . not entered into the heart of a stranger to conceive such a man ...
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... thing . You drink and repent , you repent and am to hear Coleridge , who is a kind of rage at present . drink . Is Scrope still interesting and invalid ? And Last night I saw Kemble in Coriolanus ; -he was glor how does Hinde with his ...
... thing . You drink and repent , you repent and am to hear Coleridge , who is a kind of rage at present . drink . Is Scrope still interesting and invalid ? And Last night I saw Kemble in Coriolanus ; -he was glor how does Hinde with his ...
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... thing has passed between you before or since my last visit to Newstead , do not be afraid to mention it . I am sure you would not deceive me , though she would . Whatever it is . you shall be forgiven . I have not been without some ...
... thing has passed between you before or since my last visit to Newstead , do not be afraid to mention it . I am sure you would not deceive me , though she would . Whatever it is . you shall be forgiven . I have not been without some ...
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23 ページ - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
37 ページ - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more...
22 ページ - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
23 ページ - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
18 ページ - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder, cold and low.
16 ページ - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
22 ページ - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
23 ページ - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
15 ページ - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
20 ページ - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.