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... and drawing his portrait in my mind * . Thor* Being with him , day after day ,
some time afterwards , whilst he was sitting to Bertolini , the Florentine sculptor ,
for his bust , I had an waldsen's bust is too thin-necked and young for Lord Byron.
... and drawing his portrait in my mind * . Thor* Being with him , day after day ,
some time afterwards , whilst he was sitting to Bertolini , the Florentine sculptor ,
for his bust , I had an waldsen's bust is too thin-necked and young for Lord Byron.
Side 67
I was not so young when my father died , “ but that I perfectly remember him ; and
“ had very early a horror of matrimony , from “ the sight of domestic broils : this
feeling came over me very strongly at my wedding . Something whispered me
that ...
I was not so young when my father died , “ but that I perfectly remember him ; and
“ had very early a horror of matrimony , from “ the sight of domestic broils : this
feeling came over me very strongly at my wedding . Something whispered me
that ...
Side 90
... the life of a young 来 They're young , but know not youth ; it is anticipated ;
Handsome but wasted , rich without a sou ; Their vigour in a thousand arms is
dissipated , Their cash comes from , their wealth goes to a Jew . " Don Juan ,
Canto XI .
... the life of a young 来 They're young , but know not youth ; it is anticipated ;
Handsome but wasted , rich without a sou ; Their vigour in a thousand arms is
dissipated , Their cash comes from , their wealth goes to a Jew . " Don Juan ,
Canto XI .
Side 19
She danced too ; and , “ what was worse , her partner was a young Florentine , so
much the counterpart of “ her lover , that she became estranged from “ his ghost .
Whilst the young gallant con66 ducted her in the waltz , and her ear drank “ in ...
She danced too ; and , “ what was worse , her partner was a young Florentine , so
much the counterpart of “ her lover , that she became estranged from “ his ghost .
Whilst the young gallant con66 ducted her in the waltz , and her ear drank “ in ...
Side 255
Yes , in that blessed hour of our freedom , the Archbishop will extend his sacred
and free hand , and pronounce a blessing over his venerated tomb ; young
warrior sheathing his sword , red with the blood of his tyrannical oppressors , will
strew ...
Yes , in that blessed hour of our freedom , the Archbishop will extend his sacred
and free hand , and pronounce a blessing over his venerated tomb ; young
warrior sheathing his sword , red with the blood of his tyrannical oppressors , will
strew ...
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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...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 1822 |
| Forfatter | Thomas Medwin |
| udgivet | 1825 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 7. mar 2007 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |