Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 pages |
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... Hope and Fear . - Death . - Frederick Schlegel . Gentleness of Dante . CHAPTER XLVI . - 1821 . - Ravenna . -. of Childe Harold.- Sir Humphry Davy at Ravenna . Anecdotes . - Campbell's Poets . - Voltaire . - Goethe on Manfred . - - Decree ...
... Hope and Fear . - Death . - Frederick Schlegel . Gentleness of Dante . CHAPTER XLVI . - 1821 . - Ravenna . -. of Childe Harold.- Sir Humphry Davy at Ravenna . Anecdotes . - Campbell's Poets . - Voltaire . - Goethe on Manfred . - - Decree ...
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... hope of having his lameness re- moved , placed her son under the care of a person who professed the cure of such cases , at Nottingham . The name of this man , who appears to have been a mere empirical pre- tender , was Lavender ; and ...
... hope of having his lameness re- moved , placed her son under the care of a person who professed the cure of such cases , at Nottingham . The name of this man , who appears to have been a mere empirical pre- tender , was Lavender ; and ...
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... hope ever , beloved friend , Lord ** , when we were both school - boys , and sent to my study in conse- quence of some childish misunderstanding , -the only one which ever arose between us . It was of short duration , and I retain this ...
... hope ever , beloved friend , Lord ** , when we were both school - boys , and sent to my study in conse- quence of some childish misunderstanding , -the only one which ever arose between us . It was of short duration , and I retain this ...
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... hope you like your friend ? " The words were scarce out of his lips when he was accosted by an ungainly - looking Scotch lady , who rather boisterously claimed him as " cousin , " and was putting his pride to the torture with her ...
... hope you like your friend ? " The words were scarce out of his lips when he was accosted by an ungainly - looking Scotch lady , who rather boisterously claimed him as " cousin , " and was putting his pride to the torture with her ...
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... hope so . " It was before this interview that he wrote , with a pencil , in a volume of Madame de Maintenon's letters , belonging to her , the following verses , which have never , I believe , before been pub- lished + : - " Oh Memory ...
... hope so . " It was before this interview that he wrote , with a pencil , in a volume of Madame de Maintenon's letters , belonging to her , the following verses , which have never , I believe , before been pub- lished + : - " Oh Memory ...
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Page 399 - Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
Page 308 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Page 321 - Though. thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish; By a power to thee unknown, . Thou canst never be alone; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell.
Page 272 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
Page 320 - 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...
Page 411 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structure rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged lion's marble piles, Where Venice sat in state, throned in her hundred isles.
Page 156 - 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 475 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
Page 338 - I am glad you like it ; it is a fine indistinct piece of poetical desolation, and my favourite. I was half mad during the time of its composition, between metaphysics, mountains, lakes, love unextinguishable, thoughts unutterable, and the nightmare of my own delinquencies. I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law...
Page 407 - MY DEAREST TERESA : — I have read this book in your garden; my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them — which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will...