Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 páginas |
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... wish that I should no longer be your friend ? And why should I be so , if you treat me unkindly ? I have no interest in being so . Though you do not let the boys bully me , yet if you treat me unkindly , that is to me a great deal worse ...
... wish that I should no longer be your friend ? And why should I be so , if you treat me unkindly ? I have no interest in being so . Though you do not let the boys bully me , yet if you treat me unkindly , that is to me a great deal worse ...
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... wish to sink his early friendship with the young cottager may have been a result of that feeling . As his visits to Southwell were , after this period , but few and transient , I shall take the present opportunity of mentioning such ...
... wish to sink his early friendship with the young cottager may have been a result of that feeling . As his visits to Southwell were , after this period , but few and transient , I shall take the present opportunity of mentioning such ...
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... wish'd intercourse how sweet ! From this my hope of rapture springs , While youthful hearts thus fondly swell , Absence , my friend , can only tell , ' Friendship is Love without his wings ! " " 3 Whether the verses I am now about to ...
... wish'd intercourse how sweet ! From this my hope of rapture springs , While youthful hearts thus fondly swell , Absence , my friend , can only tell , ' Friendship is Love without his wings ! " " 3 Whether the verses I am now about to ...
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... wish women had more modesty . Talking of women , puts me in mind of my terrier Fanny - how is she ? Got a headach , must go to bed , up early in the morning to travel . My protégé breakfasts with me ; parting spoils my appetite ...
... wish women had more modesty . Talking of women , puts me in mind of my terrier Fanny - how is she ? Got a headach , must go to bed , up early in the morning to travel . My protégé breakfasts with me ; parting spoils my appetite ...
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... wish , -at least , in the bindings , paper , & c . , of the copy he sent to me . Perhaps those for the public may be more respectable in such articles . You have seen the Edinburgh Review , of course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so ...
... wish , -at least , in the bindings , paper , & c . , of the copy he sent to me . Perhaps those for the public may be more respectable in such articles . You have seen the Edinburgh Review , of course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so ...
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Términos y frases comunes
acquaintance addressed admiration afterwards Ali Pacha answer appeared Athens Bards beautiful believe Bologna Bride of Abydos called canto character Childe Harold copy Dallas dear dine dinner Drury Edinburgh Review England English fame fancy feel genius Giaour Gifford Greece Harrow hear heard heart Hobhouse Hodgson honour hope Lady late least less letter lines look Lord Byron Lord Carlisle Lord Holland Madame Madame de Stael mind Moore Morea morning MURRAY nature never Newstead Newstead Abbey night noble once opinion passage passion perhaps person poem poet poetical poetry praise Pray present published racter Ravenna recollect Review Rogers Satire seen sent Sheridan spirit Stael stanzas sure tell thing thou thought to-morrow told Venice verses wish words write written wrote young
Pasajes populares
Página 306 - MY sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine. Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine : Go where I will, to me thou art the same — A loved regret which I would not resign. There yet are two things in my destiny, — A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
Página 300 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 301 - But this is not all ; the feeling with which all around Clarens, and the opposite rocks of Meillerie, is invested, is of a still higher and more comprehensive order than the mere sympathy with individual passion : it is a sense of the existence of love in its most extended and sublime capacity, and of our own participation of its good and of its glory; it is the great principle of the universe which is there more condensed, but not less manifested ; and of which, though knowing ourselves a part,...
Página 159 - ... he preferred you to every bard past and present, and asked which of your works pleased me most. It was a difficult question. I answered, I thought the
Página 150 - I have traversed the seat of war in the peninsula ; I have been in some of the most oppressed provinces of Turkey; but never, under the most despotic of infidel governments, did] I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return, in the very heart of a Christian country.
Página 4 - t was not all long ages' lore, nor all Their nature held me in their thrilling thrall ; The infant rapture still survived the boy, And Loch-na-gar with Ida look'd o'er Troy,* Mix'd Celtic memories with the Phrygian mount, And Highland linns with Castalie's clear fount.
Página 59 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Página 351 - I am the more confirmed in this by having lately gone over some of our classics, particularly Pope, whom I tried in this way, — I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished (I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, learning, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man, and us of the Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace...
Página 330 - But each man's secret standard in his mind, That Casting-weight pride adds to emptiness, This, who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown, Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown, Just writes to make his barrenness appear, And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left.
Página 304 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...