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" This meeting annihilated for a moment all the years between the present time and the days of Harrow. It was a new and inexplicable feeling, like rising from the grave, to me. Clare, too, was much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I... "
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The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1853 - 1024 страници
...much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel hie heart beat to hit fingers' ale eyes ; But this was tu in, and from a foreign shore Well to that во. Не told me that I should find a note from him leU at Bologna. I did. We were obliged to part...

Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 страници
...agitated — more in appearance than even myself ; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were obliged to part for our different journeys, he for Rome, I for Pisa, but with the promise to...

Letters and Journals of Lord Byron: With Notices of His Life, Том 2

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1855 - 584 страници
...much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which...five minutes together, and on the public road ; but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence which could be weighed against them. He had heard that I...

Poetical Works, Том 1

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 452 страници
...much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were but five minutes together, and on the public road; but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence...

My recollections of lord Byron, and those of eye-witnesses of his life [tr ...

Teresa Guiccioli (contessa.) - 1869 - 480 страници
...agitated — more in appearance than I was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which...obliged to part for our different journeys — he for liome, I for Pisa — but with the promise to meet again in the spring. We were but five minutes together,...

Lord Byron Jugé Par Les Témoins de Sa Vie: My Recollections of Lord Byron ...

Teresa Guiccioli (contessa di) - 1869 - 676 страници
...much agitated—more in appearance than I was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which...Bologna. I did. We were obliged to part for our different journeys—he for Rome, I for Pisa—but with the promise to meet again in the spring. We were but...

Belgravia, a London magazine, conducted by M.E. Braddon, Том 7

Belgravia - 1869 - 776 страници
...agitated — more so in appearance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were but five minutes together on the public road ; but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence...

Lord Byron: A Biography with a Critical Essay on His Place in Literature

Karl Elze - 1872 - 554 страници
...much agitated — more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel his heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. . . We were but five minutes together, and on the public road; but I hardly recollect an hour of my...

Lord Byron: A Biography with a Critical Essay on His Place in Literature

Karl Elze - 1872 - 588 страници
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Том 2

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873 - 898 страници
...much agiut«d — more in appearance than was myself; for I could feel nis heart beat to his fingers' ends, unless, Indeed, it was the pulse of my own which made me think so. We were but five minute* together, and on the public road ; but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence...




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