Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - Всего страниц: 756 |
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... leaving Ravenna . His hatred to the Austrian government . Don Juan , Cantos I. and II . Unmanly attack on Lady Byron ... leaves England , vi CONTENTS .
... leaving Ravenna . His hatred to the Austrian government . Don Juan , Cantos I. and II . Unmanly attack on Lady Byron ... leaves England , vi CONTENTS .
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George Clinton. CHAPTER XIII . vii Mr. Leigh Hunt leaves England , and joins Lord Byron and Mr. Shelley at Pisa . Mr. Medwin's account of Lord Byron's opinion of Mr. Hunt . The Liberal , No. I. The Vision of Judgment . Mr. J. Hunt fined ...
George Clinton. CHAPTER XIII . vii Mr. Leigh Hunt leaves England , and joins Lord Byron and Mr. Shelley at Pisa . Mr. Medwin's account of Lord Byron's opinion of Mr. Hunt . The Liberal , No. I. The Vision of Judgment . Mr. J. Hunt fined ...
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... leave to the ca- suists of that age to decide ; I have made such use of the occurrence aз suited the subject of my poem . ↑ Charles II . Newstead ! what saddening change of scene is thine ! 16 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
... leave to the ca- suists of that age to decide ; I have made such use of the occurrence aз suited the subject of my poem . ↑ Charles II . Newstead ! what saddening change of scene is thine ! 16 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
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... embracing the maid , From her eyelid he kisses the Tear . Sweet scene of my youth , Seat of friendship and truth , Where love chased each fast - fleeting year Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 43.
... embracing the maid , From her eyelid he kisses the Tear . Sweet scene of my youth , Seat of friendship and truth , Where love chased each fast - fleeting year Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 43.
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George Clinton. Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a last look I turn'd , But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear . Though my vows I can pour To my Mary no more— My Mary to Love once so dear— In the shade of her bower , I ...
George Clinton. Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a last look I turn'd , But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear . Though my vows I can pour To my Mary no more— My Mary to Love once so dear— In the shade of her bower , I ...
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Стр. 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Стр. 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Стр. 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Стр. 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Стр. 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Стр. 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Стр. 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Стр. 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Стр. 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Стр. 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.