The Life of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1844 - 735 oldal |
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... town ' of Aberdeen , with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream , is in my memory as yesterday . I still re- member , though perhaps I may misquote the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it , and yet lean over it with a ...
... town ' of Aberdeen , with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream , is in my memory as yesterday . I still re- member , though perhaps I may misquote the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it , and yet lean over it with a ...
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... town took a house upon Sloane Terrace ; and , under the direction of Dr. Baillie , one of the Messrs Sheldrake3 was employed to construct an instrument for the purpose of straightening the limb of the child . Moderation in all athletic ...
... town took a house upon Sloane Terrace ; and , under the direction of Dr. Baillie , one of the Messrs Sheldrake3 was employed to construct an instrument for the purpose of straightening the limb of the child . Moderation in all athletic ...
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... town ; -I waited on his Lordship . His object was to inform me of Lord Byron's expectations of property when he came of age , which he represented as contracted , and to inquire respecting his abilities . On the former circumstance I ...
... town ; -I waited on his Lordship . His object was to inform me of Lord Byron's expectations of property when he came of age , which he represented as contracted , and to inquire respecting his abilities . On the former circumstance I ...
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... town , to some friends at Southwell , from whose kind interference in his behalf , it may fairly be concluded that the blame of the quarrel , whatever it may have been , did not rest with him . The first is to Mr. Pigot , a young ...
... town , to some friends at Southwell , from whose kind interference in his behalf , it may fairly be concluded that the blame of the quarrel , whatever it may have been , did not rest with him . The first is to Mr. Pigot , a young ...
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... town for , at least , a week , and expect to hear from you before its expiration . I presume the printer has brought you the offspring of my poetic mania . Remember in the first line to read loud the winds whistle , ' instead of ' round ...
... town for , at least , a week , and expect to hear from you before its expiration . I presume the printer has brought you the offspring of my poetic mania . Remember in the first line to read loud the winds whistle , ' instead of ' round ...
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308. oldal - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
308. oldal - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
65. oldal - 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.
272. oldal - 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 came The selfsame aspect, and the quivering shock That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then, As in that hour, a moment o'er his face...
215. oldal - Opera), the best farce (the Critic — it is only too good for a farce), and the best Address (Monologue on Garrick), and, to crown all, delivered the very best Oration (the famous Begum Speech) ever conceived or heard in this country.
322. oldal - 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.
156. oldal - 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.
398. oldal - I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil. I would not even feed your worms, if I could help it...
320. oldal - 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...
17. oldal - The other father had a weaklier child, Of a soft cheek, and aspect delicate ; But the boy bore up long, and with a mild And patient spirit held aloof his fate ; Little he said, and now and then he smiled, As if to win a part from off the weight He saw increasing on his father's heart. With the deep deadly thought that they must part.