Byron, Том 1C. Scribner's sons, 1912 |
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... spirits don't always keep pace with my opinions . I had not so much scope for risibility the other day as I could have wished , for I was seated near a woman to whom , when a boy , I was as much attached as boys generally are , and more ...
... spirits don't always keep pace with my opinions . I had not so much scope for risibility the other day as I could have wished , for I was seated near a woman to whom , when a boy , I was as much attached as boys generally are , and more ...
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... spirits - she was , indeed , for some time in 1816 out of her mind , " and would sit for days and weeks alone and secluded , weeping over the poems which Byron had written to her " . In 1832 , when rioters from Nottingham plundered ...
... spirits - she was , indeed , for some time in 1816 out of her mind , " and would sit for days and weeks alone and secluded , weeping over the poems which Byron had written to her " . In 1832 , when rioters from Nottingham plundered ...
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... spirit and intelligence can scarcely have found agreeable . He would rather " visit the Pit of Acheron than contaminate his sandals with the polluted dust of Southwell " . " To forget and be for- gotten by the people of Southwell is all ...
... spirit and intelligence can scarcely have found agreeable . He would rather " visit the Pit of Acheron than contaminate his sandals with the polluted dust of Southwell " . " To forget and be for- gotten by the people of Southwell is all ...
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... spirits . . . . It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feel- ings of my life that I was no longer a boy " . Yet ... spirit awoke , and he poured con- tempt on the place . " It is the Devil or at least his principal residence . They ...
... spirits . . . . It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feel- ings of my life that I was no longer a boy " . Yet ... spirit awoke , and he poured con- tempt on the place . " It is the Devil or at least his principal residence . They ...
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... spirit than Byron , but now ( as Byron said ) either Long had roughened or he had softened , for they met on equal terms of behaviour . They were rival swimmers , “ fond of riding - reading - and of conviviality " . The last they seem ...
... spirit than Byron , but now ( as Byron said ) either Long had roughened or he had softened , for they met on equal terms of behaviour . They were rival swimmers , “ fond of riding - reading - and of conviviality " . The last they seem ...
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Страница 131 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Страница 68 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Страница 309 - I saw him stand Before an Altar — with a gentle bride ; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood ; — as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there...
Страница 309 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
Страница 230 - REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER thee ! remember thee ! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream ! Remember thee ! Ay, doubt it not.
Страница 153 - I found him bursting with indignation. ' Will you believe it?' said he, ' I have just met * * *, and asked him to come and sit an hour with me: he excused himself; and what do you think was his excuse? He was engaged with his mother and some ladies to go shopping! And he knows I set out to-morrow, to be absent for years, perhaps never to return! — Friendship! I do not believe I shall leave behind me, yourself and family excepted, and perhaps my mother, a single being who will care what becomes...
Страница 68 - ... many men, And made him friends of mountains : with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe He held his dialogues ; and they did teach To him the magic of their mysteries ; To him the book of Night was open'd wide, And voices from the deep abyss reveal'd A marvel and a secret — Be it so.
Страница 64 - Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart, be still, or break.
Страница 277 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Страница 64 - Well! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do.