The Life of Lord ByronJ. & J. Harper, 1832 - 334 páginas |
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... conversations with Lord Byron , which Mr. Hob- house had impugned in The Westminster Review . Had I seen it before expressing my opinion of Mr. Medwin's publication , I am not sure it would have in any degree affected that opinion ...
... conversations with Lord Byron , which Mr. Hob- house had impugned in The Westminster Review . Had I seen it before expressing my opinion of Mr. Medwin's publication , I am not sure it would have in any degree affected that opinion ...
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... Conversations on Religion with Dr. Kennedy ... ........ 267 281 CHAPTER XLIV . - Voyage to Cephalonia - Letter - Count Gamba's Address - Grateful Feelings of the Turks - Endeavours of Lord Byron to mitigate the Horrors of the War ...
... Conversations on Religion with Dr. Kennedy ... ........ 267 281 CHAPTER XLIV . - Voyage to Cephalonia - Letter - Count Gamba's Address - Grateful Feelings of the Turks - Endeavours of Lord Byron to mitigate the Horrors of the War ...
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... conversation , without experiencing a pre- sentiment , that he was destined to execute some sin- gular and ominous purpose . The description he has given of Manfred in his youth was of himself . My spirit walk'd not with the souls of ...
... conversation , without experiencing a pre- sentiment , that he was destined to execute some sin- gular and ominous purpose . The description he has given of Manfred in his youth was of himself . My spirit walk'd not with the souls of ...
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... who had but little reverence for the greatness of the guests , as they sat down beside them , and stared and laughed at their conversation with the governor . But if the circumstances and aspect of the place derived 76 THE LIFE OF.
... who had but little reverence for the greatness of the guests , as they sat down beside them , and stared and laughed at their conversation with the governor . But if the circumstances and aspect of the place derived 76 THE LIFE OF.
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... conversation . He was not dressed with the usual magnificence of dig- nitaries of his degree , except that his high turban , composed of many small rolls , was of golden mus- lin , and his ataghan studded with diamonds . He was civil ...
... conversation . He was not dressed with the usual magnificence of dig- nitaries of his degree , except that his high turban , composed of many small rolls , was of golden mus- lin , and his ataghan studded with diamonds . He was civil ...
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Abbey acquainted adventures affair afterward Albanian appeared arrived Athens beauty Brême Bride of Abydos canto cause Cephalonia CHAPTER character Childe Harold Christian circumstances Constantinople Countess Guiccioli course curious described doctor Don Juan effect English expressed eyes fancy feelings felt genius Genoa Giaour Greece Greek Guiccioli heart Hobhouse honour Hunt imagination impression incident interest Joannina kind Lady Byron letter living Lord Byron Lordship Manfred manner Marco Botzaris mind Missolonghi morning mother mountain nature never Newstead Newstead Abbey night Novel o'er object occasion opinion Pashaw passage passed passion Patras perhaps person Pisa poem poet poetical poetry possessed Prevesa probably rank Ravenna recollect remarkable replied residence respect Salsette satire scene sent sentiment spirit Suliotes taste thing thought tion took travellers Turks verses vizier vols young
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Página 327 - 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 in Newfoundland, May, 1803, and died at Newstead, Nov.
Página 122 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
Página 195 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles,— nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Página 208 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Página 121 - Salamis ! Their azure arches, through the long expanse, More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints along their summits driven Mark his gay course, and own the hues of Heaven ; Till darkly shaded from the land, and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Página 64 - My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe The difficult air of the iced mountain's top, Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing Flit o'er the herbless granite...
Página 172 - The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and cried through the lattice Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Página 48 - AH ! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite, Friend and associate of this clay ! To what unknown region borne, Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight ? No more with wonted humour gay, But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
Página 187 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Página 190 - It was the night — and Lara's glassy stream The stars are studding, each with imaged beam; So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray, And yet they glide like happiness away...