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Side xviii
Dr. Johnson's censorship defied . Intended plan of ' Don Juan : ' adventures and
death of the hero 232240 Murray's plea : the Cookery - book his sheetanchor :
real cause of his anxiety for Lord Byron's fame . Douglas Kinnaird's friendship .
Dr. Johnson's censorship defied . Intended plan of ' Don Juan : ' adventures and
death of the hero 232240 Murray's plea : the Cookery - book his sheetanchor :
real cause of his anxiety for Lord Byron's fame . Douglas Kinnaird's friendship .
Side 190
He concludes a letter to his banker, in Cephalonia, on business, with this
sentence: “I hope things here will go well, some time or other—I will stick by the
cause as long as a cause exists, first or second.” Lord Byron had the more merit
in the ...
He concludes a letter to his banker, in Cephalonia, on business, with this
sentence: “I hope things here will go well, some time or other—I will stick by the
cause as long as a cause exists, first or second.” Lord Byron had the more merit
in the ...
Side 210
... at a moment when Lord Byron's enthusiasm was at its height, and when he had
fully calculated on striking a blow which could not fail to be of the utmost service
to the Greek cause, it is no wonder that the unlookedfor disappointment should ...
... at a moment when Lord Byron's enthusiasm was at its height, and when he had
fully calculated on striking a blow which could not fail to be of the utmost service
to the Greek cause, it is no wonder that the unlookedfor disappointment should ...
Side 247
It is here that Lord Byron might have been useful; by healing divisions, by exciting
dormant energies, by ennobling and celebrating the cause, he might perhaps
have accelerated the progress of Greece towards the wished-for goal. But even ...
It is here that Lord Byron might have been useful; by healing divisions, by exciting
dormant energies, by ennobling and celebrating the cause, he might perhaps
have accelerated the progress of Greece towards the wished-for goal. But even ...
Side 255
Our tears , my friends , will be grateful , very grateful to his shade , for they are the
tears of sincere affection ; but much more grateful will be our deeds in the cause
of our country , which , though removed from us , he will observe from the ...
Our tears , my friends , will be grateful , very grateful to his shade , for they are the
tears of sincere affection ; but much more grateful will be our deeds in the cause
of our country , which , though removed from us , he will observe from the ...
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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...