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Strona 194
... Greek derivation is much against his pronunciation of ache . " 66 He now began to mimic Kemble's voice and manner of spouting , and imitated him inimitably in Prospero's lines : - ' Yea , the great globe itself , And all 194 CONVERSATIONS ...
... Greek derivation is much against his pronunciation of ache . " 66 He now began to mimic Kemble's voice and manner of spouting , and imitated him inimitably in Prospero's lines : - ' Yea , the great globe itself , And all 194 CONVERSATIONS ...
Strona 223
... Greek book . Shelley " tells me that the choruses in Heaven and " Earth ' are deficient . He thinks that 66 66 6 lyrical poetry should be metrically regular . Surely this is not the case with the Greek " choruses that he makes such a ...
... Greek book . Shelley " tells me that the choruses in Heaven and " Earth ' are deficient . He thinks that 66 66 6 lyrical poetry should be metrically regular . Surely this is not the case with the Greek " choruses that he makes such a ...
Strona 229
... Greeks * . In this in- " stance I was not so fortunate as to be pro- 66 phetic . This poem was intended for the " Where now my boys are , and that fatal 66 she . " - They made an exile , not a slave of me . " Ibid . Ibid . * " Will Gaul ...
... Greeks * . In this in- " stance I was not so fortunate as to be pro- 66 phetic . This poem was intended for the " Where now my boys are , and that fatal 66 she . " - They made an exile , not a slave of me . " Ibid . Ibid . * " Will Gaul ...
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... Greek Proclamation on the death of his Lordship . Funeral oration , from the Greek . Greek Ode to the Memory of Lord Byron , with Trans- lation . Portrait of Lord Byron , by M. Beyle . Last Verses of Lord Byron 157-271 • CONVERSATIONS ...
... Greek Proclamation on the death of his Lordship . Funeral oration , from the Greek . Greek Ode to the Memory of Lord Byron , with Trans- lation . Portrait of Lord Byron , by M. Beyle . Last Verses of Lord Byron 157-271 • CONVERSATIONS ...
Strona 76
... Greeks . * I am become a citizen of * " And I will war , at least in words , ( and - should My chance so happen , -deeds ) with all who war With thought . And of Thought's foes by far most rude Tyrants and sycophants have been and are ...
... Greeks . * I am become a citizen of * " And I will war , at least in words , ( and - should My chance so happen , -deeds ) with all who war With thought . And of Thought's foes by far most rude Tyrants and sycophants have been and are ...
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Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron ... in the Years 1821 and 1822 Thomas Medwin Podgląd niedostępny - 2015 |
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Strona 146 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife...
Strona 157 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Strona 118 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Strona 251 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Strona 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Strona 158 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strona 116 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Strona 79 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...