Glorious ApolloDodd, Mead, 1925 - Всего страниц: 371 A novel about Lord Byron. |
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... friend . Are our friends and rela- tions ever tactful in the moment and manner of their in- trusion ? Byron shuddered with annoyance , yet felt that inspection had its bracing qualities . And , after all , to go utterly alone down to ...
... friend . Are our friends and rela- tions ever tactful in the moment and manner of their in- trusion ? Byron shuddered with annoyance , yet felt that inspection had its bracing qualities . And , after all , to go utterly alone down to ...
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... friend like yourself to the door , and I shall know how to carry myself . But for this cursed pain in my temples , I wouldn't even ask this office of friendship , if not agreeable to yourself . " " More than agreeable ! " Dallas assured ...
... friend like yourself to the door , and I shall know how to carry myself . But for this cursed pain in my temples , I wouldn't even ask this office of friendship , if not agreeable to yourself . " " More than agreeable ! " Dallas assured ...
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... And what did Byron do with himself at the Abbey , while his meek mamma raged with inflamed face and temper at a distance ? He was particular that his friends should know he sat in company with a human skull , dug up from 10 GLORIOUS APOLLO.
... And what did Byron do with himself at the Abbey , while his meek mamma raged with inflamed face and temper at a distance ? He was particular that his friends should know he sat in company with a human skull , dug up from 10 GLORIOUS APOLLO.
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... friends as tonsured monks , the Paphian girls of this desperate party being in private life the cook and housemaid , with the cockney demoiselle , and this mummery had got abroad among the county gentry and emphasized their distrust ...
... friends as tonsured monks , the Paphian girls of this desperate party being in private life the cook and housemaid , with the cockney demoiselle , and this mummery had got abroad among the county gentry and emphasized their distrust ...
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... friend , and dared- " " I shall dare more than that before I've done , " Dallas said composedly . " Are you aware - but you must have been - that when you wrote that infamous line about ' paralytic puling , ' you insulted a personal ...
... friend , and dared- " " I shall dare more than that before I've done , " Dallas said composedly . " Are you aware - but you must have been - that when you wrote that infamous line about ' paralytic puling , ' you insulted a personal ...
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Стр. 303 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
Стр. 121 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Стр. 279 - Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Стр. 297 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Стр. 159 - My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves, and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday...
Стр. 30 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Стр. 298 - Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go.
Стр. 134 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 150 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal, but unseen ; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Стр. 342 - There was in him a vital scorn of all : As if the, worst had fall'n which could befall, He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurl'd...