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... head masters . + LORD BYRON AT HARROW . ་ ་ Till I was eighteen years old ( odd as it may seem ) I had never read a review . But while at Harrow , my general information was so great on modern topics as to induce a suspicion that I ...
... head masters . + LORD BYRON AT HARROW . ་ ་ Till I was eighteen years old ( odd as it may seem ) I had never read a review . But while at Harrow , my general information was so great on modern topics as to induce a suspicion that I ...
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... head master , ) had a great notion that I should turn out an orator , from my fluency , my turbulence , my voice , my copiousness of declamation , and my action . I remember that my first declamation astonished him into some unwonted ...
... head master , ) had a great notion that I should turn out an orator , from my fluency , my turbulence , my voice , my copiousness of declamation , and my action . I remember that my first declamation astonished him into some unwonted ...
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... head , leaving it to chance whether it might or might not be charged ! The letter , too , which he wrote me on leaving college to join the Guards , was as melancholy in its tenour as it could well be on such an occasion . But he showed ...
... head , leaving it to chance whether it might or might not be charged ! The letter , too , which he wrote me on leaving college to join the Guards , was as melancholy in its tenour as it could well be on such an occasion . But he showed ...
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... head and shoulders , I would almost have written his Sapphics . He is certainly a prepossessing person to look on , and a man of talent , and all that , and - there is his eulogy.— To Mr. Moore , Sept. 27 , 1813 . MONK LEWIS . 47 ...
... head and shoulders , I would almost have written his Sapphics . He is certainly a prepossessing person to look on , and a man of talent , and all that , and - there is his eulogy.— To Mr. Moore , Sept. 27 , 1813 . MONK LEWIS . 47 ...
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... head would be turned with half her acquisitions , and a tenth of her advantages . -Diary , Nov. 30 , 1813 . Lady Byron had good ideas , but could never express them wrote poetry also , but it was only good by acci- dent . Her letters ...
... head would be turned with half her acquisitions , and a tenth of her advantages . -Diary , Nov. 30 , 1813 . Lady Byron had good ideas , but could never express them wrote poetry also , but it was only good by acci- dent . Her letters ...
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Selections from the Writings of Lord Byron, by a Clergyman [W. Elwin] George Gordon N Byron (6th Baron ) Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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Anah Armenia Auld Lang Syne beauty beneath blue breast breath brow calm CHARLES SKINNER CHILDE HAROLD.-Canto CORSAIR dark dash dead death deep desolate DON JUAN dream earth Edinburgh Review fame father fear feel foam foes friends gaze gentle GIAOUR glory grave Harrow hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour knew LADY BYRON letter living lone look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Stael mind Moore mountains Murray ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night o'er once pass'd passion poem poet poetical poetry PRISONER OF CHILLON Ravenna recollect round sail Samian wine scarce scene seem'd Sheridan shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh smile soul spirit stars steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand turn'd twas Venice voice walls waters waves weep wild wind wings words
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Seite 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Seite 21 - 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.
Seite 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Seite 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Seite 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Seite 22 - 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...
Seite 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Seite 27 - 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...
Seite 27 - 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 ! IV.