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Side xviii
... Harold , ' and the inequality of his own writings . Epics . Southey's Joan of Arc ; ' Curse of Kehama , ' & c . Don Juan , ' and the Iliad . Dr. Johnson's censorship defied . Intended plan of Don Juan : ' adventures and death of the ...
... Harold , ' and the inequality of his own writings . Epics . Southey's Joan of Arc ; ' Curse of Kehama , ' & c . Don Juan , ' and the Iliad . Dr. Johnson's censorship defied . Intended plan of Don Juan : ' adventures and death of the ...
Side xix
... Harold , ' ' Manfred , ' and ' The Prisoner of Chillon ' . . 240-245 6 ' The Quarterly Review ' and its bullies . A lite- rary set - to . Murray and Galignani . Murray's purchase of Cain , ' The Two Foscari , ' and ' Sardanapalus ...
... Harold , ' ' Manfred , ' and ' The Prisoner of Chillon ' . . 240-245 6 ' The Quarterly Review ' and its bullies . A lite- rary set - to . Murray and Galignani . Murray's purchase of Cain , ' The Two Foscari , ' and ' Sardanapalus ...
Side 61
... Harold wanders forth again , With nought of hope left . " Childe Harold , Canto III . Stanza 16 , " have given her time to have written more , LORD BY RON . 61.
... Harold wanders forth again , With nought of hope left . " Childe Harold , Canto III . Stanza 16 , " have given her time to have written more , LORD BY RON . 61.
Side 65
... Harold , and at Venice a Don Giovanni , and Fletcher your Leporello . " He laughed at the remark . I asked him , in what way his life would prove a good lesson ? and he gave me several anec- dotes of himself , which I have thrown into a ...
... Harold , and at Venice a Don Giovanni , and Fletcher your Leporello . " He laughed at the remark . I asked him , in what way his life would prove a good lesson ? and he gave me several anec- dotes of himself , which I have thrown into a ...
Side 81
... - " teried . " " And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong the holy men . " Childe Harold , Canto I. Stanza 7 . VOL . I. G " I heard at the Countess S- -'s the other LORD BYRON . 81.
... - " teried . " " And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong the holy men . " Childe Harold , Canto I. Stanza 7 . VOL . I. G " I heard at the Countess S- -'s the other LORD BYRON . 81.
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Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron ... in the Years 1821 and 1822 Thomas Medwin Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 118 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 158 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 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.
Side 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...