The Life, Letters and Journals of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeJohn Murray, 1844 - 735 oldal |
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... Lady Mary Wortley Montague . - Death of the Princess Char- lotte .- " My dear Mr. Murray , " & c . - Com- pletion of Beppo . · Rides on the Lido . - Mr. Hoppner's Reminiscences of Lord Byron . Page 360 - - CHAPTER XXXII . 1818 ...
... Lady Mary Wortley Montague . - Death of the Princess Char- lotte .- " My dear Mr. Murray , " & c . - Com- pletion of Beppo . · Rides on the Lido . - Mr. Hoppner's Reminiscences of Lord Byron . Page 360 - - CHAPTER XXXII . 1818 ...
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... Lady Byron . - The Vision of Judgment · Page 524 CHAPTER XLVII . 1821 . - · - Departure from Ravenna . - Mode of Life there sketched by Madame Guiccioli . - Rogers's Poetical Record of his Meeting with Lord Byron at Bologna ...
... Lady Byron . - The Vision of Judgment · Page 524 CHAPTER XLVII . 1821 . - · - Departure from Ravenna . - Mode of Life there sketched by Madame Guiccioli . - Rogers's Poetical Record of his Meeting with Lord Byron at Bologna ...
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... lady whose fate was connected with that of Lord Byron during his latter years , having been brought forward , or rather revived , in a late work , entitled " Galt's Life of Byron , ” - - a work wholly unworthy of the respectable name it ...
... lady whose fate was connected with that of Lord Byron during his latter years , having been brought forward , or rather revived , in a late work , entitled " Galt's Life of Byron , ” - - a work wholly unworthy of the respectable name it ...
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... lady , married her . Of this short union one daughter only was the issue , the Honourable Augusta Byron , now the wife of Colonel Leigh . In reviewing thus cursorily the ancestors , both near and remote , of Lord Byron , it cannot fail ...
... lady , married her . Of this short union one daughter only was the issue , the Honourable Augusta Byron , now the wife of Colonel Leigh . In reviewing thus cursorily the ancestors , both near and remote , of Lord Byron , it cannot fail ...
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... Lady Byron , before her separation from him , the most exaggerated stories are still current in the neighbourhood ; and it is even believed that , in one of his fits of fury , he flung her into the pond at New- stead . On another ...
... Lady Byron , before her separation from him , the most exaggerated stories are still current in the neighbourhood ; and it is even believed that , in one of his fits of fury , he flung her into the pond at New- stead . On another ...
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243. oldal - Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state ? Yes — one — the first — the last — the best— The Cincinnatus of the West, Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but One !
302. 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.
335. oldal - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And Love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
464. oldal - Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque. And if I laugh at any mortal thing, Tis that I may not weep...
315. oldal - Though thy slumber may be deep Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish; By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never be alone; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gather'd in a cloud; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell.
150. 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.
299. oldal - Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
317. oldal - I feel almost at times as I have felt In happy childhood ; trees and flowers and brooks Which do remember me of where I dwelt Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books, Come as of yore upon me, and can melt My heart with recognition of their looks...
266. oldal - As in that hour, a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, — and then it faded as it came ; And he stood calm and quiet, and he spoke The fitting vows...
159. oldal - ... 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