Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 pages |
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... kind young man , named Paterson , for a tutor . He was the son of my shoemaker , but a good scholar , as is common with the Scotch . He was a rigid Presbyterian also . With him I began Latin in Ruddiman's Grammar , and continued till I ...
... kind young man , named Paterson , for a tutor . He was the son of my shoemaker , but a good scholar , as is common with the Scotch . He was a rigid Presbyterian also . With him I began Latin in Ruddiman's Grammar , and continued till I ...
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... kind or another have quite spoilt as pretty a scrawl as ever scratched over a frank . The grammar - school might consist of a hundred and fifty of all ages under age . It was divided into five classes , taught by four masters , the ...
... kind or another have quite spoilt as pretty a scrawl as ever scratched over a frank . The grammar - school might consist of a hundred and fifty of all ages under age . It was divided into five classes , taught by four masters , the ...
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... kind- ness , to his old instructor , and bid the bearer of it tell him , that , beginning from a certain line in Virgil which he mentioned , he could recite twenty verses on , which he well re- membered having read with this gentleman ...
... kind- ness , to his old instructor , and bid the bearer of it tell him , that , beginning from a certain line in Virgil which he mentioned , he could recite twenty verses on , which he well re- membered having read with this gentleman ...
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... kind of bastinado on the inner fleshy side of the boy's arm , which , during the operation , was twisted round with some degree of technical skill , to render the pain more acute . While the stripes were succeeding each other , and poor ...
... kind of bastinado on the inner fleshy side of the boy's arm , which , during the operation , was twisted round with some degree of technical skill , to render the pain more acute . While the stripes were succeeding each other , and poor ...
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... kind , which had been begun at Harrow , and which he continued to cultivate during his first year at Cambridge , is thus interestingly dwelt upon in one of his journals : - " How strange are my thoughts ! - The reading of the song of ...
... kind , which had been begun at Harrow , and which he continued to cultivate during his first year at Cambridge , is thus interestingly dwelt upon in one of his journals : - " How strange are my thoughts ! - The reading of the song of ...
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Page 306 - MY sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine. Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine : Go where I will, to me thou art the same — A loved regret which I would not resign. There yet are two things in my destiny, — A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
Page 300 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Page 301 - But this is not all ; the feeling with which all around Clarens, and the opposite rocks of Meillerie, is invested, is of a still higher and more comprehensive order than the mere sympathy with individual passion : it is a sense of the existence of love in its most extended and sublime capacity, and of our own participation of its good and of its glory; it is the great principle of the universe which is there more condensed, but not less manifested ; and of which, though knowing ourselves a part,...
Page 159 - ... he preferred you to every bard past and present, and asked which of your works pleased me most. It was a difficult question. I answered, I thought the
Page 150 - I have traversed the seat of war in the peninsula ; I have been in some of the most oppressed provinces of Turkey; but never, under the most despotic of infidel governments, did] I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return, in the very heart of a Christian country.
Page 4 - t was not all long ages' lore, nor all Their nature held me in their thrilling thrall ; The infant rapture still survived the boy, And Loch-na-gar with Ida look'd o'er Troy,* Mix'd Celtic memories with the Phrygian mount, And Highland linns with Castalie's clear fount.
Page 59 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Page 351 - I am the more confirmed in this by having lately gone over some of our classics, particularly Pope, whom I tried in this way, — I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished (I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, learning, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man, and us of the Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace...
Page 330 - But each man's secret standard in his mind, That Casting-weight pride adds to emptiness, This, who can gratify ? for who can guess ? The Bard whom pilfer'd Pastorals renown, Who turns a Persian tale for half a Crown, Just writes to make his barrenness appear, And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; He, who still wanting, tho' he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left.
Page 304 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...