The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Том 5J. Murray, 1835 |
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... thing to you about Italy , for the Government here look upon me with a suspicious eye , as I am well informed . Pretty fellows ! - as if I , a solitary stranger , could do any mischief . It is because I am fond of rifle and pistol ...
... thing to you about Italy , for the Government here look upon me with a suspicious eye , as I am well informed . Pretty fellows ! - as if I , a solitary stranger , could do any mischief . It is because I am fond of rifle and pistol ...
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... thing like friendship from any one , except a few young men of my own age and stand- ing , and a few others more advanced in life , which last it had been my fortune to serve in circumstances of difficulty . This was , in fact , to ...
... thing like friendship from any one , except a few young men of my own age and stand- ing , and a few others more advanced in life , which last it had been my fortune to serve in circumstances of difficulty . This was , in fact , to ...
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... things , and those minuter details of business , which time accumulates during absence , in every man's affairs and property , may , and probably will , recall me to England ; but I shall return with the same feelings with which I left ...
... things , and those minuter details of business , which time accumulates during absence , in every man's affairs and property , may , and probably will , recall me to England ; but I shall return with the same feelings with which I left ...
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... things in youth , and yet last the longest in the dust , if people will but die to preserve them ! It is a queer life , and a queer death , that of mortals . " I knew that Waite had married , but little thought that the other decease ...
... things in youth , and yet last the longest in the dust , if people will but die to preserve them ! It is a queer life , and a queer death , that of mortals . " I knew that Waite had married , but little thought that the other decease ...
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... thing I care . They have got themselves masters of the Papal police , and are bullying away ; but some day or other they will pay for all : it may not be very soon , because these unhappy Italians have no consistency among themselves ...
... thing I care . They have got themselves masters of the Papal police , and are bullying away ; but some day or other they will pay for all : it may not be very soon , because these unhappy Italians have no consistency among themselves ...
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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.