Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 pages |
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... young Byron was sent to a day - school at Aber- deen , taught by Mr. Bowers 3 , and remained there , with some ... young enthusiasm and my old instructor . Afterwards I had a very serious , saturnine , but kind young man , named Paterson ...
... young Byron was sent to a day - school at Aber- deen , taught by Mr. Bowers 3 , and remained there , with some ... young enthusiasm and my old instructor . Afterwards I had a very serious , saturnine , but kind young man , named Paterson ...
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... young Byron slept , has become naturally a place of pilgrimage for the worshippers of genius , neither its own appearance , nor that of the small bleak valley in which it stands , is at all worthy of being associated with the memory of ...
... young Byron slept , has become naturally a place of pilgrimage for the worshippers of genius , neither its own appearance , nor that of the small bleak valley in which it stands , is at all worthy of being associated with the memory of ...
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... young a child , took , according to his own account , entire possession of his thoughts , and showed how early in this passion , as in most others , the sensibilities of his nature were awakened . The name of the object of this ...
... young a child , took , according to his own account , entire possession of his thoughts , and showed how early in this passion , as in most others , the sensibilities of his nature were awakened . The name of the object of this ...
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... young both tales as scandalous fabrications , sup- future Baron of Newstead himself . In the poses the first to have had its origin in the winter of 1797 , his mother having chanced , following circumstance : — - A young lady , of one ...
... young both tales as scandalous fabrications , sup- future Baron of Newstead himself . In the poses the first to have had its origin in the winter of 1797 , his mother having chanced , following circumstance : — - A young lady , of one ...
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... young lord's minority , proceedings were instituted for the recovery of this estate , and as the reader will learn hereafter with success . At Newstead , both the mansion and the grounds around it were suffered to fall help- lessly into ...
... young lord's minority , proceedings were instituted for the recovery of this estate , and as the reader will learn hereafter with success . At Newstead , both the mansion and the grounds around it were suffered to fall help- lessly into ...
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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...