Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Volume 1Wilder & Campbell, 1824 - 304 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... wrote till two or three in the morning ; occasion- ally drinking spirits diluted with water as a medicine , from a dread of a nephritic complaint , to which he was , or fancied himself , subject . Such was his life at Pisa . The ...
... wrote till two or three in the morning ; occasion- ally drinking spirits diluted with water as a medicine , from a dread of a nephritic complaint , to which he was , or fancied himself , subject . Such was his life at Pisa . The ...
Pagina 19
... wrote to Lady Byron , proposing to send them for her inspection , in order that any misstatements or inaccuracy ( if any such existed , which I was not aware of ) might be pointed out and corrected . In her answer she declined the offer ...
... wrote to Lady Byron , proposing to send them for her inspection , in order that any misstatements or inaccuracy ( if any such existed , which I was not aware of ) might be pointed out and corrected . In her answer she declined the offer ...
Pagina 23
... wrote me on the road : you will think it began ridiculously enough- Dear Duck ! ' * - " Imagine my astonishment to receive , immediate- ly on her arrival in London , a few lines from her father , of a very dry and unaffectionate nature ...
... wrote me on the road : you will think it began ridiculously enough- Dear Duck ! ' * - " Imagine my astonishment to receive , immediate- ly on her arrival in London , a few lines from her father , of a very dry and unaffectionate nature ...
Pagina 27
... wrote pages on pages about my character , but it was as unlike as possible . Lady Byron had good ideas , but could never express them ; wrote poetry too , but it was only good by accident . Her letters were always enigmatical , often ...
... wrote pages on pages about my character , but it was as unlike as possible . Lady Byron had good ideas , but could never express them ; wrote poetry too , but it was only good by accident . Her letters were always enigmatical , often ...
Pagina 32
... women , and once wanted a guinea , that he wrote for ; I have the note . He seemed born for his own ruin , and that of the other sex . He began by seducing Lady Car- marthen , and spent for her 40007. a - year 32 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... women , and once wanted a guinea , that he wrote for ; I have the note . He seemed born for his own ruin , and that of the other sex . He began by seducing Lady Car- marthen , and spent for her 40007. a - year 32 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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Pagina 75 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 75 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 90 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Pagina 16 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest!
Pagina 35 - I have a passion for the name of " Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be ; All feelings changed, but this was last to vary, A spell from which even yet I am not quite free : But I grow sad — and let a tale grow cold, Which must not be pathetically told.
Pagina 75 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 181 - His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Pagina 181 - Midst others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men, companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell.
Pagina 69 - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
Pagina 162 - I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.