Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Bände 1-2Henry Colburn, 1824 - 345 Seiten |
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... land , " Born far beyond the mountains , but his blood " Is all meridian , as if never fann'd 66 66 By the bleak wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , " I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be ...
... land , " Born far beyond the mountains , but his blood " Is all meridian , as if never fann'd 66 66 By the bleak wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , " I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be ...
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... land of liberty , and wished well 66 to their cause . I would have espoused it too , and as- * The following lines will shew the attachment Lord Byron had to the tranquil life he led at Ravenna : " Sweet hour of twilight , in the ...
... land of liberty , and wished well 66 to their cause . I would have espoused it too , and as- * The following lines will shew the attachment Lord Byron had to the tranquil life he led at Ravenna : " Sweet hour of twilight , in the ...
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... land receding through " The growing waters - it unmans one quite . " - -- Don Juan , Canto II . Stanza 12 . Self - exiled Harold wanders forth again , " With nought of hope left . " Childe Harold , Canto III . Stanza 16 . G some years ...
... land receding through " The growing waters - it unmans one quite . " - -- Don Juan , Canto II . Stanza 12 . Self - exiled Harold wanders forth again , " With nought of hope left . " Childe Harold , Canto III . Stanza 16 . G some years ...
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... land . The Catholic priests have been labouring hard for nearly a century ; but what have they done ? Out of 66 66 eighty millions of Hindoos , how many proselytes have " been made ? Sir J. Malcolm said at Murray's before " several ...
... land . The Catholic priests have been labouring hard for nearly a century ; but what have they done ? Out of 66 66 eighty millions of Hindoos , how many proselytes have " been made ? Sir J. Malcolm said at Murray's before " several ...
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... land , -the wind blowing off the shore , and the tide setting out . Crowds of people were collected on the beach to see us . Mr. ( I think he said Hobhouse ) was with me ; and , " he added , " I had great difficulty in saving him he ...
... land , -the wind blowing off the shore , and the tide setting out . Crowds of people were collected on the beach to see us . Mr. ( I think he said Hobhouse ) was with me ; and , " he added , " I had great difficulty in saving him he ...
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acquaintance afterwards appeared asked beautiful believe Bruno Cain called Canto cause Cephalonia character Childe Harold dæmon Dante death delight Don Juan England English Faliero father feelings Fletcher Gamba gave Goëthe Government Greece Greek Guiccioli Harrow heard heart Hobhouse honour hope idea Italian knew Lady Byron letter lines live Lord Byron Lordship Madame de Staël Marco Botzaris Marino Faliero marriage married master Mavrocordatos Memoirs Messolonghi Metaxata Milton Moore Morea Murray nature never Newstead once party passed passion Patras perhaps person Pisa play poem poet poetry Ravenna remember replied Salona seems sent Shelley shew Siege of Corinth soon speak spirits Stanza story Suliotes suppose tell thee thing thou thought told took translation Turkish Turks Venice vessel wish woman words write wrote young Zante εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
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Seite 105 - 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 112 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Seite 113 - 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!
Seite 208 - Ward has no heart, they say ; but I deny it;— He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Seite 113 - ... 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.
Seite 173 - 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 113 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Seite 256 - 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 300 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Seite 31 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...