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

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854
...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
...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
...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
...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

HUBERT E.H. JERNINGHAM - 1869
...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 - 2 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 - 516 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...

The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Том 2

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873
...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...

Byron

John Nichol - 1880 - 216 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 made me think so. We were but five minutes together on the public road, but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence...

Byron

John Nichol - 1880 - 212 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 made me think so. We were but five minutes together on the public road, but I hardly recollect an hour of my existence...




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