Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Volumen1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 páginas |
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... afterwards pleased to re- gret , that I had not stayed . He told me , that the sight of my volume at Harrow had been one of his incentives to write verses , and that he had had the same passion for friendship that I had displayed in it ...
... afterwards pleased to re- gret , that I had not stayed . He told me , that the sight of my volume at Harrow had been one of his incentives to write verses , and that he had had the same passion for friendship that I had displayed in it ...
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... afterwards but too much occasion to recognize . He subsequently called on me in the prison several times , and used to bring books for my Story of Rimini , which I was then writing . He would not let the foot- man bring them in . He ...
... afterwards but too much occasion to recognize . He subsequently called on me in the prison several times , and used to bring books for my Story of Rimini , which I was then writing . He would not let the foot- man bring them in . He ...
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... afterwards , when he was abroad . He was fat- ter than before his marriage , but only just enough so to complete the manliness of his person ; and the turn of his head and counte- nance had a spirit and elevation in it , which though ...
... afterwards , when he was abroad . He was fat- ter than before his marriage , but only just enough so to complete the manliness of his person ; and the turn of his head and counte- nance had a spirit and elevation in it , which though ...
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... afterwards have saved me some trouble . This , however , is a bold conjecture . Perhaps it might have been worse . O Beau- mont ! hadst thou been living in the times of this the namesake of thy fellow - dramatist - but I am told here ...
... afterwards have saved me some trouble . This , however , is a bold conjecture . Perhaps it might have been worse . O Beau- mont ! hadst thou been living in the times of this the namesake of thy fellow - dramatist - but I am told here ...
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... afterwards that his Lordship had had a bond for the money from Mr. Shelley . I make no com- ment on these things . I merely state the truth , because others have mis - stated it , and because I begin to be sick of maintaining a silence ...
... afterwards that his Lordship had had a bond for the money from Mr. Shelley . I make no com- ment on these things . I merely state the truth , because others have mis - stated it , and because I begin to be sick of maintaining a silence ...
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acquaintance admired afterwards Albaro appeared Bard Baubo Bay of Spezia beauty believe body called Captain compliment confess connexion contradiction critics DEAR HUNT delight Don Juan doubt England English eyes fancy Faust feel genius Genoa gentleman give Goethe good-humoured handsome Hazlitt heart honour hope Italian Italy Keats kind knew lady Lady Byron laugh least Leghorn Leigh Hunt Lerici less letters Liberal lived look Lord Byron Lord Holland Lordship Madame Guiccioli manner matter mean Medwin Meph mistake Moore moral nature never noble occasion opinion Parisina passage passion perhaps person Pisa pleasure poem poet poetical poetry pretended reader reason respect Rimini seemed sense Shelley Shelley's sincerity sort speak spirit spleen talk tell thing thou thought tion told took truth Via Reggio wish word write written young
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Página 429 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd ; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon ; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez ; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Página 434 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare...
Página 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 435 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Página 437 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Página 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 340 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Página 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...