Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Volumes 1-2Henry Colburn, 1824 - 345 páginas |
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... never have appeared before the public . I despise mere writing for the sake of book- making , and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes . I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time , PREFACE . vii.
... never have appeared before the public . I despise mere writing for the sake of book- making , and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes . I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time , PREFACE . vii.
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... never gone out of my way . “ This is partly owing to the indolence of my disposition , partly owing to my incumbrances . I had some idea , when at Rome , of visiting Naples , but was at that time anxious 66 66 66 to get back to Venice ...
... never gone out of my way . “ This is partly owing to the indolence of my disposition , partly owing to my incumbrances . I had some idea , when at Rome , of visiting Naples , but was at that time anxious 66 66 66 to get back to Venice ...
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... never led so moral a life as during my " residence in that country ; but I gained no credit by " it . Where there is a mortification , there ought to be " reward . On the contrary , there is no story so absurd " that they did not invent ...
... never led so moral a life as during my " residence in that country ; but I gained no credit by " it . Where there is a mortification , there ought to be " reward . On the contrary , there is no story so absurd " that they did not invent ...
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... never worth much . When I 66 went the tour of the Lake in her with Shelley and " Hobhouse , she was nearly wrecked near the very spot " where St. Preux and Julia were in danger of being " drowned . It would have been classical to have ...
... never worth much . When I 66 went the tour of the Lake in her with Shelley and " Hobhouse , she was nearly wrecked near the very spot " where St. Preux and Julia were in danger of being " drowned . It would have been classical to have ...
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... never fann'd 66 66 By the bleak wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , " I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be , " In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , " A slave again of love , at least of ...
... never fann'd 66 66 By the bleak wind that chills the polar flood . My blood is all meridian ; were it not , " I had not left my clime ; -I shall not be , " In spite of tortures ne'er to be forgot , " A slave again of love , at least of ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
acquaintance afterwards appeared asked beautiful believe Bruno Cain called Canto cause Cephalonia character Childe Harold dæmon Dante death delight Don Juan England English Faliero father feelings Fletcher Gamba gave Goëthe Government Greece Greek Guiccioli Harrow heard heart Hobhouse honour hope idea Italian knew Lady Byron letter lines live Lord Byron Lordship Madame de Staël Marco Botzaris Marino Faliero marriage married master Mavrocordatos Memoirs Messolonghi Metaxata Milton Moore Morea Murray nature never Newstead once party passed passion Patras perhaps person Pisa play poem poet poetry Ravenna remember replied Salona seems sent Shelley shew Siege of Corinth soon speak spirits Stanza story Suliotes suppose tell thee thing thou thought told took translation Turkish Turks Venice vessel wish woman words write wrote young Zante εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 105 - 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 112 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 113 - 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!
Página 208 - Ward has no heart, they say ; but I deny it;— He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Página 113 - ... 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.
Página 173 - 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 113 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 256 - 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 300 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Página 31 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...