Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 18221825 |
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Side 94
... hussar . His Lordship then asked him what he meant by the insult ? The hussar , for first and only answer , began to abuse him in the grossest manner ; on which Lord Byron and one of his companions drew out a card with their names and ...
... hussar . His Lordship then asked him what he meant by the insult ? The hussar , for first and only answer , began to abuse him in the grossest manner ; on which Lord Byron and one of his companions drew out a card with their names and ...
Side 95
... hussar , ' Why don't you arrest them ? Com- mand us to arrest them ! ' Upon which the hussar gave the word to the guard at the gate , ' Arrest - arrest them ! ' still continuing the same threatening gestures , and using language , if ...
... hussar , ' Why don't you arrest them ? Com- mand us to arrest them ! ' Upon which the hussar gave the word to the guard at the gate , ' Arrest - arrest them ! ' still continuing the same threatening gestures , and using language , if ...
Side 96
... hussar , who made several cuts at him with his sabre , whilst the soldiers struck him about the thighs . He and his ... hussar and the rest of the soldiers . After all this , the hussar spurred on his horse , and took the road to the ...
... hussar , who made several cuts at him with his sabre , whilst the soldiers struck him about the thighs . He and his ... hussar and the rest of the soldiers . After all this , the hussar spurred on his horse , and took the road to the ...
Side 97
... hussar , who rode up to him , saying , Are you satisfied ? ' His Lordship , who knew nothing or hardly any thing of the affray that had taken place at the gate , answered , No , I am not ! Tell me your name ! ' - Sergeant - Major Masi ...
... hussar , who rode up to him , saying , Are you satisfied ? ' His Lordship , who knew nothing or hardly any thing of the affray that had taken place at the gate , answered , No , I am not ! Tell me your name ! ' - Sergeant - Major Masi ...
Side 98
... galloped past the Lan- franchi palace , Lord Byron and his servants being at a considerable distance therefrom at the time . " * The cap worn by the hussars . It appears that Sergeant - Major Masi was wounded with 98 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... galloped past the Lan- franchi palace , Lord Byron and his servants being at a considerable distance therefrom at the time . " * The cap worn by the hussars . It appears that Sergeant - Major Masi was wounded with 98 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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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...