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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...
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 |