The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen12J. Murray, 1832 |
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... never brook to be sacrificed with impunity . But Guido was no longer in a condition to make war ; and the necessities of the politician overcame the feelings of the father . ” - In transmitting his version to Mr. Murray , Lord Byron ...
... never brook to be sacrificed with impunity . But Guido was no longer in a condition to make war ; and the necessities of the politician overcame the feelings of the father . ” - In transmitting his version to Mr. Murray , Lord Byron ...
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... never cease ; when , resuming her narrative , she looks at her lover , and repeats with enthusiasm — " Questi , che mai da me non fia diviso ” . She nevertheless goes on to relieve her brother - in - law from all imputation of having ...
... never cease ; when , resuming her narrative , she looks at her lover , and repeats with enthusiasm — " Questi , che mai da me non fia diviso ” . She nevertheless goes on to relieve her brother - in - law from all imputation of having ...
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... lady of the land , Born far beyond the mountains , but his blood Is all meridian , as if never fann'd By the black wind that chills the polar flood . VOL . XII . C XII . My blood is all meridian ; were it STANZAS TO THE PO . 17.
... lady of the land , Born far beyond the mountains , but his blood Is all meridian , as if never fann'd By the black wind that chills the polar flood . VOL . XII . C XII . My blood is all meridian ; were it STANZAS TO THE PO . 17.
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... never knew . The letter was ad . dressed to Venice . Mr. J. talked to me of the wild roses growing in the Holstein summer : ' why , then , did the Cimbri and the Teutones emigrate ? - What a strange thing is life and man ! Were I to ...
... never knew . The letter was ad . dressed to Venice . Mr. J. talked to me of the wild roses growing in the Holstein summer : ' why , then , did the Cimbri and the Teutones emigrate ? - What a strange thing is life and man ! Were I to ...
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... never meant for publication , " was written in 1820 , and first appeared in " The Liberal . " The personal allusions in which it abounds are , for the most part , sufficiently intelligible ; and , with a few exceptions , so good ...
... never meant for publication , " was written in 1820 , and first appeared in " The Liberal . " The personal allusions in which it abounds are , for the most part , sufficiently intelligible ; and , with a few exceptions , so good ...
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Página 209 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 251 - The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Página 8 - 1 viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante , Questi , che mai da me non fia diviso , La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro, e chi lo scrisse; Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante.
Página 15 - Sweet hour of twilight! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground...
Página 19 - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Página 206 - Who kindlest and who quenchest suns ! — Attest ' I am not innocent, — but, are these guiltless ? I perish, but not unavenged ; far ages Float up from the abyss of time to be, And show these eyes, before they close, the doom Of this proud city ; and I leave my curse On her and hers forever...
Página 246 - She whipped two female prentices to death. And hid them in the coal-hole ; for her mind Shaped strictest plans of discipline. Sage schemes ! Such as Lycurgus taught, when at the shrine Of the Orthyan goddess he bade flog The little Spartans • such as erst chastised Our Milton when at college. For this act Did Brownrigg swing. Harsh laws ! But time shall come, When France shall reign, and laws be all repealed.
Página 11 - Alone we were, and no Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue Fled from our alter'd cheek.
Página 39 - Boats," and "Waggons !" Oh ! ye shades Of Pope and Dryden, are we come to this ? That trash of such sort not alone evades Contempt, but from the bathos vast abyss Floats scumlike uppermost, and these Jack Cades Of sense and song above your graves may hiss — The "little boatman" and his "Peter Bell" Can sneer at him who drew "Achitophel !" T
Página 295 - He first sank to the bottom — like his works, But soon rose to the surface — like himself...