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... gave a charm to the whole , who could forget ? " His subtle talk would cheer the winter night , And make me know myself ; and the fire - light Would flash upon our faces , till the day Might dawn , and make me wonder at my stay ...
... gave a charm to the whole , who could forget ? " His subtle talk would cheer the winter night , And make me know myself ; and the fire - light Would flash upon our faces , till the day Might dawn , and make me wonder at my stay ...
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... gave me the least idea of him . I saw a man about five feet seven or eight , opportunity of analyzing his features more cri- tically , but found nothing to alter in my por- trait . Bertolini's is an admirable likeness , at least was so ...
... gave me the least idea of him . I saw a man about five feet seven or eight , opportunity of analyzing his features more cri- tically , but found nothing to alter in my por- trait . Bertolini's is an admirable likeness , at least was so ...
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... gave me such a flattering " account of Pisa that I changed my mind . " Then it is troublesome to travel so far with 66 so much live and dead stock as I do ; and " I don't like to leave behind me any of my 68 pets that have been ...
... gave me such a flattering " account of Pisa that I changed my mind . " Then it is troublesome to travel so far with 66 so much live and dead stock as I do ; and " I don't like to leave behind me any of my 68 pets that have been ...
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... gave " them to Moore , or rather to Moore's lit- " tle boy , at Venice . I remember saying , " Here are 20007. for you , my young friend . ' " I made one reservation in the gift , —that 66 66 they were not to be published till after my ...
... gave " them to Moore , or rather to Moore's lit- " tle boy , at Venice . I remember saying , " Here are 20007. for you , my young friend . ' " I made one reservation in the gift , —that 66 66 they were not to be published till after my ...
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... . 66 " We had a house in town , gave dinner- parties , had separate carriages , and launch- " ed into every sort of extravagance . This " could not last long . My wife's 10,0007 . " soon melted away . I was beset by duns 46 CONVERSATIONS ...
... . 66 " We had a house in town , gave dinner- parties , had separate carriages , and launch- " ed into every sort of extravagance . This " could not last long . My wife's 10,0007 . " soon melted away . I was beset by duns 46 CONVERSATIONS ...
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Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron ... in the Years 1821 and 1822 Thomas Medwin Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
66 Lady 66 Murray 66 perhaps acquaintance actor afterwards Bards beauty believe Cain called Canto Childe Harold Coleridge Countess Countess Guiccioli dæmons Dante death delighted dinner Don Juan Douglas Kinnaird drama Duchess of Malfy England English epic exile eyes feelings fond friends gave give Guiccioli Harrow heard heart supernatural Heaven Hobhouse hour idea Italian knew Lady Byron least letter lines look Lord Byron lost Lucca Lucifer Madame de Staël Marino Faliero married Memoirs ment Milton Moore mother never once opinion Othello palace passion Pisa play poem poet poetry quarrel Ravenna remember replied Lord Byron Reviewers ride seems sent Sgricci Shakspeare Shelley shew Siege of Corinth Southey Southey's speak spirits Stanza story suppose talk tell thee thing thou thought tion told took translation Ugo Foscolo Venice wish women writing wrote
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 146 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife...
Seite 157 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Seite 118 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Seite 251 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Seite 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Seite 158 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 116 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Seite 79 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...