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Side 44
... sent on pur- pose for the wedding ; but my mother's 66 66 marriage had not been a fortunate one , " and this ring was doomed to be the seal " of an unhappier union still . * " After the ordeal was over , we set off for " a country ...
... sent on pur- pose for the wedding ; but my mother's 66 66 marriage had not been a fortunate one , " and this ring was doomed to be the seal " of an unhappier union still . * " After the ordeal was over , we set off for " a country ...
Side 48
... taken , and the fatal " letter consigned to the post - office , she sent " to withdraw it , and was in hysterics of joy " that it was not too late . It seems , how- 66 ever , that they did not last long , 48 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... taken , and the fatal " letter consigned to the post - office , she sent " to withdraw it , and was in hysterics of joy " that it was not too late . It seems , how- 66 ever , that they did not last long , 48 CONVERSATIONS OF.
Side 51
... sent them to the " husband of the lady , who had the good " sense to take no notice of their contents . " The gravest accusation that has been made 66 against me is that of having intrigued with " Mrs. Mardyn in my own house ...
... sent them to the " husband of the lady , who had the good " sense to take no notice of their contents . " The gravest accusation that has been made 66 against me is that of having intrigued with " Mrs. Mardyn in my own house ...
Side 52
... thought their questions singular , frivo- " lous , and somewhat importunate , if not 66 66 impertinent but what should I have thought , if I had known that they were 66 sent to provide proofs of my insanity ? · 52 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... thought their questions singular , frivo- " lous , and somewhat importunate , if not 66 66 impertinent but what should I have thought , if I had known that they were 66 sent to provide proofs of my insanity ? · 52 CONVERSATIONS OF.
Side 53
Thomas Medwin. 66 sent to provide proofs of my insanity ? · * + " I have no doubt that my answers to " these emissaries ' interrogations were not 66 very rational or consistent , for my imagina- " tion was heated by other things . But Dr ...
Thomas Medwin. 66 sent to provide proofs of my insanity ? · * + " I have no doubt that my answers to " these emissaries ' interrogations were not 66 very rational or consistent , for my imagina- " tion was heated by other things . But Dr ...
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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...