...have ever been reallv attached since. 2. My passion had its usual effects upon me. I could not sieep; I could not eat. I could not rest, and although I had reason to know that she loved me, il was the texture of my life lo think of the time which must clapse before we could meet again, being...

...to the transparent beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow—all beauty and peace. my Sister, who (residing with her Grandmother, Lady Holderness) saw...

...figure ! I was then about twelve — she rather older, perhaps a year. My passion had its usual effect upon me — I could not sleep — I could not eat — I could not rest." He finishes this rhapsody with a very frank acknowledgment, " I. was a fool then, and am not much better...

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...at an elegy — a very dull one." And then Byron speaks of his cousin's "transparent" beauty — " she looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow " — and concludes : " My passion had its usual effect upon me — I could not eat — 1 could not...

...many an amateur has beaten it easily. The effect of passion on the poet was in his own words that " I could not sleep. I could not eat. I could not rest." Byron was fond, in his after life, of conjuring up in memory these juvenile attachments and gilding...

...to the transparant beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow — all beauty and peace." The passionate friendships of his earlier years should also be remembered in this connection. Lord...

...equal to the transparent beauty of my cousin or to the sweetness of her temper during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made...of a rainbow, all beauty and peace. My. passion had the usual effect upon me, 1 could not sleep; I could not eat; 1 could not rest. It was the texture...

...to the transparent beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made...a rainbow — all beauty and peace. My passion had the usual effects upon me — I could not sleep ; I could not eat ; I could not rest. It was the texture...

...intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow — all beauty and peace. My passion had the usual effects upon me — I could not sleep ; I could not eat ; I could not rest. It was the texture of my life to think of the time that must elapse before we could meet again. But...