Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 18221825 |
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... lost there , but not so 66 agreeable . Shelley was on the Lake much " oftener than I , at all hours of the night " and day : he almost lived on it ; his great 66 rage is a boat . We are both building 66 now at Genoa , I a yacht , and ...
... lost there , but not so 66 agreeable . Shelley was on the Lake much " oftener than I , at all hours of the night " and day : he almost lived on it ; his great 66 rage is a boat . We are both building 66 now at Genoa , I a yacht , and ...
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... lost , was dug up by the gardener at " Newstead . I thought it was sent on pur- pose for the wedding ; but my mother's 66 66 marriage had not been a fortunate one , " and this ring was doomed to be the seal " of an unhappier union still ...
... lost , was dug up by the gardener at " Newstead . I thought it was sent on pur- pose for the wedding ; but my mother's 66 66 marriage had not been a fortunate one , " and this ring was doomed to be the seal " of an unhappier union still ...
Strona 66
... lost in the early part " of my career , was Lord Falkland , —poor " fellow ! our fathers ' fathers were friends . " He lost his life for a joke , and one too he " did not make himself . The present race " is more steady than the last ...
... lost in the early part " of my career , was Lord Falkland , —poor " fellow ! our fathers ' fathers were friends . " He lost his life for a joke , and one too he " did not make himself . The present race " is more steady than the last ...
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... lost my father when I was only six 66 years of age . My mother , when she was ❝ in a rage with me , ( and I gave her cause " enough , ) used to say , ' Ah , you little dog , you are a Byron all over ; you are as bad 66 as your father ...
... lost my father when I was only six 66 years of age . My mother , when she was ❝ in a rage with me , ( and I gave her cause " enough , ) used to say , ' Ah , you little dog , you are a Byron all over ; you are as bad 66 as your father ...
Strona 76
... his waistcoat , and said , in great alarm , " Good God ! " I have lost my ! " but before he had finished the sentence , he discovered the hidden treasure . row , all my thoughts were occupied on this " 76 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... his waistcoat , and said , in great alarm , " Good God ! " I have lost my ! " but before he had finished the sentence , he discovered the hidden treasure . row , all my thoughts were occupied on this " 76 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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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...