Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Band 1Wilder & Campbell, 1824 - 304 Seiten |
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... wrote till two or three in the morning ; occasionally drinking spirits diluted with water as a medicine , from a dread of a nephritic complaint , to which he was , or fancied himself , subject . Such was his life at Pisa . The Countess ...
... wrote till two or three in the morning ; occasionally drinking spirits diluted with water as a medicine , from a dread of a nephritic complaint , to which he was , or fancied himself , subject . Such was his life at Pisa . The Countess ...
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... wrote to Lady Byron , proposing to send them for her inspection , in order that any mistatements or inaccuracy ( if any such existed , which I was not aware of , ) might be pointed out and corrected . In her answer she declined " the ...
... wrote to Lady Byron , proposing to send them for her inspection , in order that any mistatements or inaccuracy ( if any such existed , which I was not aware of , ) might be pointed out and corrected . In her answer she declined " the ...
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... wrote , and con- " tained two quotations , one from Shakspeare , and ano- " ther from Dante . * I told her that she knew all I had 66 66 written was incontrovertible truth , and that she did not " wish to sanction the truth . I ended by ...
... wrote , and con- " tained two quotations , one from Shakspeare , and ano- " ther from Dante . * I told her that she knew all I had 66 66 written was incontrovertible truth , and that she did not " wish to sanction the truth . I ended by ...
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... wrote me on the road : you will think it began ridiculously enough , - ' Dear Duck ! ' * 66 66 Imagine my astonishment to receive , immediately on " her arrival in London , a few lines from her father , of a very dry and unaffectionate ...
... wrote me on the road : you will think it began ridiculously enough , - ' Dear Duck ! ' * 66 66 Imagine my astonishment to receive , immediately on " her arrival in London , a few lines from her father , of a very dry and unaffectionate ...
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... wrote pages on pages about my character , but it was as " unlike as possible . 66 66 Lady Byron had good ideas , but could never express them ; wrote poetry too , but it was only good by accident . " Her letters were always enigmatical ...
... wrote pages on pages about my character , but it was as " unlike as possible . 66 66 Lady Byron had good ideas , but could never express them ; wrote poetry too , but it was only good by accident . " Her letters were always enigmatical ...
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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...