Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins, 1828 - 756 страници |
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... doubt not , will be ready to give you satisfaction ; and , as to myself , your lordship knows where to find me , in Berkeley - row " or words to that effect . These words , uttered in a particular manner , could admit of no reply , and ...
... doubt not , will be ready to give you satisfaction ; and , as to myself , your lordship knows where to find me , in Berkeley - row " or words to that effect . These words , uttered in a particular manner , could admit of no reply , and ...
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... doubt whether Lord Byron called upon Mr. Chaworth , or Mr. Chaworth upon Lord Byron ; but both went to the first landing - place , having dined upon the second floor ; and both called the waiter to show an empty room , which a waiter ...
... doubt whether Lord Byron called upon Mr. Chaworth , or Mr. Chaworth upon Lord Byron ; but both went to the first landing - place , having dined upon the second floor ; and both called the waiter to show an empty room , which a waiter ...
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... doubt , may wish that he had , in that situation , disabled him only ; but in the heat of duelling who can always be collected ? ' Some time after this unhappy affair Lord Byron surrendered THE LIFE And writings of LORD BYRON . 21.
... doubt , may wish that he had , in that situation , disabled him only ; but in the heat of duelling who can always be collected ? ' Some time after this unhappy affair Lord Byron surrendered THE LIFE And writings of LORD BYRON . 21.
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... doubt that the affection of Lord and Lady Carmarthen was entirely reciprocal . Her ladyship , indeed , gave one proof of it on her own part , which is cal- culated to cause still greater pity for the suffering which her guilty yielding ...
... doubt that the affection of Lord and Lady Carmarthen was entirely reciprocal . Her ladyship , indeed , gave one proof of it on her own part , which is cal- culated to cause still greater pity for the suffering which her guilty yielding ...
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... doubt , seem to prove irrefragably the truth of the position , and to give an air of prophecy to Beattie's delightful poem : - Lo ! where the stripling , rapt in wonder , roves Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees , on ...
... doubt , seem to prove irrefragably the truth of the position , and to give an air of prophecy to Beattie's delightful poem : - Lo ! where the stripling , rapt in wonder , roves Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees , on ...
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Страница 333 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Страница 315 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Страница 328 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be 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.
Страница 732 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Страница 545 - Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah, no; — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head. But one, arise — we come, we come!
Страница 385 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Страница 673 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile.
Страница 183 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye...
Страница 388 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Страница 545 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush, for Greece a tear ! Must we but weep o'er days more blest?