The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - 946 sider |
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Side 27
... late Mrs. B. and myself , ( the decease of Mrs. B. makes no difference in the proceedings , ) and as he is guilty , by his very foolish and unfounded assertion , of a breach of privilege , he will be prosecuted with the utmost rigour ...
... late Mrs. B. and myself , ( the decease of Mrs. B. makes no difference in the proceedings , ) and as he is guilty , by his very foolish and unfounded assertion , of a breach of privilege , he will be prosecuted with the utmost rigour ...
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... late the seat of Cob - gave away all mine to Ali Pacha , and other Turks . bler Joe , for whose death you and others are answer- Dogs , a keeper , and plenty of game , with a very large able ? His ' Orphan Daughter ' ( pathetic Pratt ...
... late the seat of Cob - gave away all mine to Ali Pacha , and other Turks . bler Joe , for whose death you and others are answer- Dogs , a keeper , and plenty of game , with a very large able ? His ' Orphan Daughter ' ( pathetic Pratt ...
Side 31
... late . passing the equinoctial . " " And am , & c . ' LETTER LXXXV . TO R. C. DALLAS , ESQ . " Newstead Abbey , Sept. 10 , 1811 DEAR SIR , " I rather think in one of the opening stanzas of Childe Harold there is this line- " The other ...
... late . passing the equinoctial . " " And am , & c . ' LETTER LXXXV . TO R. C. DALLAS , ESQ . " Newstead Abbey , Sept. 10 , 1811 DEAR SIR , " I rather think in one of the opening stanzas of Childe Harold there is this line- " The other ...
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... late , and is surely worth the trial . It can never be too late to employ force in such circumstances . I believe your lordship does not coincide with me entirely on this subject , and most cheerfully and sincerely shall I submit to ...
... late , and is surely worth the trial . It can never be too late to employ force in such circumstances . I believe your lordship does not coincide with me entirely on this subject , and most cheerfully and sincerely shall I submit to ...
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... late additions way on my account . " inclusive . " The last lines Hodgson likes . It is not often he does , and when he don't , he tells me with great energy , and I fret and alter . I have thrown them in to soften the ferocity of our ...
... late additions way on my account . " inclusive . " The last lines Hodgson likes . It is not often he does , and when he don't , he tells me with great energy , and I fret and alter . I have thrown them in to soften the ferocity of our ...
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Side 23 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 37 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Side 22 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Side 23 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Side 18 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder, cold and low.
Side 16 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Side 22 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Side 23 - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Side 15 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Side 20 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.