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... heart , where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee , Wild as thy wave , and headlong as thy speed ? What do I say - a mirror of my heart ? Are not thy waters sweeping , dark and strong ? Such as my feelings were and ...
... heart , where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee , Wild as thy wave , and headlong as thy speed ? What do I say - a mirror of my heart ? Are not thy waters sweeping , dark and strong ? Such as my feelings were and ...
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... return , from dust I And then at least my heart can ne'er be moved . Calling on Lord Byron one evening after the opera , we happened to talk of Cavalieri Serventi , and Italian women ; and he con- tended 26 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... return , from dust I And then at least my heart can ne'er be moved . Calling on Lord Byron one evening after the opera , we happened to talk of Cavalieri Serventi , and Italian women ; and he con- tended 26 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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... hearts are such a genial soil For kinder feeling , whatsoe'er their nation , They generally pour the wine and oil , Samaritans in every situation . Don Juan , Canto V. Stanza 122 . " died at Ravenna . There is something in- spiring 32 ...
... hearts are such a genial soil For kinder feeling , whatsoe'er their nation , They generally pour the wine and oil , Samaritans in every situation . Don Juan , Canto V. Stanza 122 . " died at Ravenna . There is something in- spiring 32 ...
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... heart : - : -as the world went , I Gave what was worth a world , - for worlds could never Restore me the pure feelings gone for ever ! ' Twas the boy's ' mite , ' and , like the widow's , may , Perhaps , be weigh'd hereafter , if not ...
... heart : - : -as the world went , I Gave what was worth a world , - for worlds could never Restore me the pure feelings gone for ever ! ' Twas the boy's ' mite , ' and , like the widow's , may , Perhaps , be weigh'd hereafter , if not ...
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... The Dream . + " Yet I was calm . I knew the time My heart would swell but at thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime . We met , and not a nerve was shook ! " " in spite of what the reviewers say , are 80 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... The Dream . + " Yet I was calm . I knew the time My heart would swell but at thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime . We met , and not a nerve was shook ! " " in spite of what the reviewers say , are 80 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
66 Lady 66 Murray 66 perhaps acquaintance actor afterwards Bards beauty believe Cain called Canto Childe Harold Coleridge Countess Countess Guiccioli dæmons Dante death delighted dinner Don Juan Douglas Kinnaird drama Duchess of Malfy England English epic exile eyes feelings fond friends gave give Guiccioli Harrow heard heart supernatural Heaven Hobhouse hour idea Italian knew Lady Byron least letter lines look Lord Byron lost Lucca Lucifer Madame de Staël Marino Faliero married Memoirs ment Milton Moore mother never once opinion Othello palace passion Pisa play poem poet poetry quarrel Ravenna remember replied Lord Byron Reviewers ride seems sent Sgricci Shakspeare Shelley shew Siege of Corinth Southey Southey's speak spirits Stanza story suppose talk tell thee thing thou thought tion told took translation Ugo Foscolo Venice wish women writing wrote
Passagens conhecidas
Página 146 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife...
Página 157 - 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 little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 118 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Página 251 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. 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.
Página 158 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 116 - 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; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 79 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...