The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 5J. Murray, 1835 |
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... seen . There is a man ( a huntsman ) now alive who saw her also . Hoppner could tell you all about her , and so can Rose , perhaps . I myself have no doubt of the fact , historical and spectral . + She always appeared on particular ...
... seen . There is a man ( a huntsman ) now alive who saw her also . Hoppner could tell you all about her , and so can Rose , perhaps . I myself have no doubt of the fact , historical and spectral . + She always appeared on particular ...
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... seen by her mistress to smile upon her husband in the glass . The Countess had her shut up in the wall of the castle , like Constance de Beverley . Ever after , she haunted them and all the Colaltos She is described as very beautiful ...
... seen by her mistress to smile upon her husband in the glass . The Countess had her shut up in the wall of the castle , like Constance de Beverley . Ever after , she haunted them and all the Colaltos She is described as very beautiful ...
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... seen from Lord Byron's Journai in 1814 , what intense interest he took in the last struggles of Revolutionary France under Napoleon ; and his exclamations , " Oh for a Republic ! Brutus , thou sleepest ! ' " show the lengths to which ...
... seen from Lord Byron's Journai in 1814 , what intense interest he took in the last struggles of Revolutionary France under Napoleon ; and his exclamations , " Oh for a Republic ! Brutus , thou sleepest ! ' " show the lengths to which ...
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... seen and known him , than he became inspired with an interest in his favour , such as could not have been produced by mere exterior qualities , but was the result only of that union he saw in him of all that is most great and beautiful ...
... seen and known him , than he became inspired with an interest in his favour , such as could not have been produced by mere exterior qualities , but was the result only of that union he saw in him of all that is most great and beautiful ...
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... seen , throwing slight and mockery upon a tie in which it was evident some of the best feelings of his nature were wrapped up . That foe to all enthusiasm and romance , the habit of -- ridicule , had , in proportion as he exchanged the ...
... seen , throwing slight and mockery upon a tie in which it was evident some of the best feelings of his nature were wrapped up . That foe to all enthusiasm and romance , the habit of -- ridicule , had , in proportion as he exchanged the ...
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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 67 - Tis a grand poem — and so true! — true as the 10th of Juvenal himself. The lapse of ages changes all things — time — language — the earth — the bounds of the sea — the stars of the sky, and every thing 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal.
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 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. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state...
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 9 - I recollect, however, that having been much hurt by Romilly's conduct (he, having a general retainer for me, had acted as adviser to the adversary, alleging, on being reminded of his retainer, that he had forgotten it, as his clerk had so many), I observed that some of those who were now eagerly laying...
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 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 113 - I feel exactly as you do about our ' art," but it comes over me in a kind of rage every now and then, like • • • • and then, if I do n't write to empty my mind, I go mad.