Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 18221825 |
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Side v
... to his memory , by the destruction of his Memoirs ? These are questions which it is now late , perhaps needless , to ask ; but I will endeavour to lessen , if not to remedy , the evil . I am aware that in publishing these re- miniscences I.
... to his memory , by the destruction of his Memoirs ? These are questions which it is now late , perhaps needless , to ask ; but I will endeavour to lessen , if not to remedy , the evil . I am aware that in publishing these re- miniscences I.
Side vi
... gloss over his virtues . My sketch will be an imperfect and a rough one , it is true , but it will be from the life ; and slight as it is , may prove more valuable , perhaps , than a finished drawing from vi PREFACE .
... gloss over his virtues . My sketch will be an imperfect and a rough one , it is true , but it will be from the life ; and slight as it is , may prove more valuable , perhaps , than a finished drawing from vi PREFACE .
Side vii
Thomas Medwin. more valuable , perhaps , than a finished drawing from memory . " It will be any thing but a panegyric : my aim is to paint him as he was . That his passions were violent and impetuous cannot be denied ; but his feelings ...
Thomas Medwin. more valuable , perhaps , than a finished drawing from memory . " It will be any thing but a panegyric : my aim is to paint him as he was . That his passions were violent and impetuous cannot be denied ; but his feelings ...
Side 7
... perhaps , be said that his eyes were placed too near his nose , and that one was rather smaller than the other ; they were of a greyish brown , but of a peculiar clearness , and when animated possessed a fire which seemed to look LORD ...
... perhaps , be said that his eyes were placed too near his nose , and that one was rather smaller than the other ; they were of a greyish brown , but of a peculiar clearness , and when animated possessed a fire which seemed to look LORD ...
Side 8
... perhaps a cloven foot ; but it would have been difficult to distinguish one from the other , either in size or in form . On the whole , his figure was manly , and his countenance handsome and prepossessing , and very expressive ; and ...
... perhaps a cloven foot ; but it would have been difficult to distinguish one from the other , either in size or in form . On the whole , his figure was manly , and his countenance handsome and prepossessing , and very expressive ; and ...
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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...