Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Bind 1Wilder & Campbell, 1824 - 304 sider |
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... lost there , but not so agreeable . Shelley was on the " Lake much oftener than I , at all hours of the night and 66 : day he almost lived on it ; his great rage is a boat . " We are both building now at Genoa , I a yacht , and " he an ...
... lost there , but not so agreeable . Shelley was on the " Lake much oftener than I , at all hours of the night and 66 : day he almost lived on it ; his great rage is a boat . " We are both building now at Genoa , I a yacht , and " he an ...
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... lost , was dug up by the gardener at " Newstead . I thought it was sent on purpose for the " wedding ; but my mother's marriage had not been a " fortunate one , and this ring was doomed to be the seal " of an unhappier union still ...
... lost , was dug up by the gardener at " Newstead . I thought it was sent on purpose for the " wedding ; but my mother's marriage had not been a " fortunate one , and this ring was doomed to be the seal " of an unhappier union still ...
Side 53
... lost in the early part of my career , was “ Lord Falkland , -poor fellow ! our fathers ' fathers were " friends . He lost his life for a joke , and one too he " did not make himself . The present race is more steady " than the last ...
... lost in the early part of my career , was “ Lord Falkland , -poor fellow ! our fathers ' fathers were " friends . He lost his life for a joke , and one too he " did not make himself . The present race is more steady " than the last ...
Side 54
... lost my father when I was only six years of age . My mother , when she was in a rage with me , ( and I gave her cause enough , ) used to say , ' Ah , you little dog , you are a Byron all over ; you are as bad as 66 66 66 your father ...
... lost my father when I was only six years of age . My mother , when she was in a rage with me , ( and I gave her cause enough , ) used to say , ' Ah , you little dog , you are a Byron all over ; you are as bad as 66 66 66 your father ...
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... waistcoat , and said , in great alarm , " Good God ! I have lost my but before he had finished the sentence , he discovered the hidden יין treasure . 66 Every thing like a task was repugnant to my 60 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... waistcoat , and said , in great alarm , " Good God ! I have lost my but before he had finished the sentence , he discovered the hidden יין treasure . 66 Every thing like a task was repugnant to my 60 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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Side 105 - 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 112 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Side 113 - 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!
Side 208 - Ward has no heart, they say ; but I deny it;— He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Side 113 - ... 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.
Side 173 - 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 113 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 256 - 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 300 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Side 31 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...