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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... wish to increased by my tears on the occasion . Your farther re - adorn the head of marks , however caustic or bitter to a palate vitiated with the sweets of adulation , will be of service . Johnson has shown us that no poetry is ...
... wish to increased by my tears on the occasion . Your farther re - adorn the head of marks , however caustic or bitter to a palate vitiated with the sweets of adulation , will be of service . Johnson has shown us that no poetry is ...
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... wish to see it , order the 13t the most minute inspection could have undeceived me . number of ' Literary Recreations ' for the last month . wish I had asked if she had ever been at H *** . I assure you I have not the most distant idea ...
... wish to see it , order the 13t the most minute inspection could have undeceived me . number of ' Literary Recreations ' for the last month . wish I had asked if she had ever been at H *** . I assure you I have not the most distant idea ...
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... wish you would inform me what has been done by Jekyll , at No. 40 , Sloane - square , concerning the pony I returned as unsound . " I have also to request you will call on Louch at Brompton , and inquire what the devil he meant by ...
... wish you would inform me what has been done by Jekyll , at No. 40 , Sloane - square , concerning the pony I returned as unsound . " I have also to request you will call on Louch at Brompton , and inquire what the devil he meant by ...
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... wish , from my own embarrassments , and the many claims upon me from other quarters . " What you say is all very true : come what may Newstead and I stand or fall together . I have now lived on the spot , I have fixed my heart upon it ...
... wish , from my own embarrassments , and the many claims upon me from other quarters . " What you say is all very true : come what may Newstead and I stand or fall together . I have now lived on the spot , I have fixed my heart upon it ...
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... wish to hear nothing from it , but that you are well , and a letter or two on business from Hanson , whom you may tell to write . I will write when I can , and beg you to be- bove me , " Your affectionate son , " BYRON , LETTER LII . TO ...
... wish to hear nothing from it , but that you are well , and a letter or two on business from Hanson , whom you may tell to write . I will write when I can , and beg you to be- bove me , " Your affectionate son , " BYRON , LETTER LII . TO ...
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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.