Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 5John Murray, 1833 |
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... talk nonsense just now , for fear of wandering to more serious topics , which , in the present state of things , is not safe by a foreign post . " I told you in my last , that I had been going on with the ' Memoirs , ' and have got as ...
... talk nonsense just now , for fear of wandering to more serious topics , which , in the present state of things , is not safe by a foreign post . " I told you in my last , that I had been going on with the ' Memoirs , ' and have got as ...
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... talk politics - it is low . Let us talk of the Queen , and her bath , and her bottle - that's the only motley nowadays . " If there are any acquaintances of mine , salute them . The priests here are trying to persecute me , but no ...
... talk politics - it is low . Let us talk of the Queen , and her bath , and her bottle - that's the only motley nowadays . " If there are any acquaintances of mine , salute them . The priests here are trying to persecute me , but no ...
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... talk with Lawrence ( who taiked delight- fully ) and heard the girl , than have had all the fame of Moore and me put together . " The only pleasure of fame is that it paves the way to pleasure ; and the more intellectual our pleasure ...
... talk with Lawrence ( who taiked delight- fully ) and heard the girl , than have had all the fame of Moore and me put together . " The only pleasure of fame is that it paves the way to pleasure ; and the more intellectual our pleasure ...
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... talks pimples - a red and white corruption rising up ( in little imitation of mountains upon maps ) , but containing nothing , and discharging nothing , except their own humours . " I dislike him the worse , ( that is , S ...
... talks pimples - a red and white corruption rising up ( in little imitation of mountains upon maps ) , but containing nothing , and discharging nothing , except their own humours . " I dislike him the worse , ( that is , S ...
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... talks incessantly . Several teeth left - all in the lower jaw , and single front teeth . She is very deeply wrinkled , and has a sort of scattered grey beard over her chin , at least as long as my mustachios . Her head , in fact ...
... talks incessantly . Several teeth left - all in the lower jaw , and single front teeth . She is very deeply wrinkled , and has a sort of scattered grey beard over her chin , at least as long as my mustachios . Her head , in fact ...
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Страница 22 - The morning precious; beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit. Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit. Their verses tallied. Easy was the task: A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask Of Poesy.
Страница 52 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep; and if I weep, 'Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
Страница 145 - I have published a pamphlet on the Pope controversy, which you will not like. Had I known that Keats was dead — or that he was alive and so sensitive — I should have omitted some remarks upon his poetry, to which I was provoked by his attack upon Pope, and my disapprobation of his own style of writing.
Страница 306 - Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Страница 27 - When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours ; -Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome, And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
Страница 9 - ... acquiesce in the truth of this remark ; but the world had done me the honour to begin the war ; and, assuredly, if peace is only to be obtained by courting and paying tribute to it, I am not qualified to obtain its countenance. I thought, in the words of Campbell, " ' Then wed thee to an exil'd lot, And if the world hath loved thee not, Its absence may be borne.
Страница 275 - Much had passed Since last we parted; and those five short years — Much had they told ! His clustering locks were turned Grey; nor did aught recall the youth that swam From Sestos to Abydos.
Страница 354 - ... and regular interment. You can have no idea what an extraordinary effect such a funeral pile has, on a desolate shore, with mountains in the back-ground and the sea before, and the singular appearance the salt and frankincense gave to the flame. All of Shelley was consumed, except his heart, which would not take the flame, and is now preserved in spirits of wine.
Страница 109 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn." ["There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Страница 196 - I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever.