Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, Tom 1Wilder & Campbell, 1824 - 304 |
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Strona iii
... original Manuscript before it came into his possession , and also that they have now appeared in print , he has no longer consi- dered it necessary to urge their suppression in the present Volume . PREFACE . 66 " A great poet belongs to no.
... original Manuscript before it came into his possession , and also that they have now appeared in print , he has no longer consi- dered it necessary to urge their suppression in the present Volume . PREFACE . 66 " A great poet belongs to no.
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... appeared before the public . I despise mere writing for the sake of book- making , and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes . I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time , PREFACE . vii.
... appeared before the public . I despise mere writing for the sake of book- making , and have disdained to swell out my materials into volumes . I have given Lord Byron's ideas as I noted them down at the time , PREFACE . vii.
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... appeared . 66 66 66 " It is fine , " said Lord Byron , " but no sunsets are to be compared with those of Venice . They are too They are too gorgeous for any painter , and defy any poet . My rides , indeed , would have been nothing ...
... appeared . 66 66 66 " It is fine , " said Lord Byron , " but no sunsets are to be compared with those of Venice . They are too They are too gorgeous for any painter , and defy any poet . My rides , indeed , would have been nothing ...
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... appeared to have breathed his " last without a struggle . I never saw a countenance so calm . His adjutant followed the corpse into the house . " I remember his lamentation over him : - ' Povero diavolo ! non aveva fatto male , anchè ad ...
... appeared to have breathed his " last without a struggle . I never saw a countenance so calm . His adjutant followed the corpse into the house . " I remember his lamentation over him : - ' Povero diavolo ! non aveva fatto male , anchè ad ...
Strona 60
... appeared double , when all at once he searched hastily for something under his waistcoat , and said , in great alarm , " Good God ! I have lost my but before he had finished the sentence , he discovered the hidden יין treasure . 66 ...
... appeared double , when all at once he searched hastily for something under his waistcoat , and said , in great alarm , " Good God ! I have lost my but before he had finished the sentence , he discovered the hidden יין treasure . 66 ...
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Strona 105 - 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 112 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Strona 113 - 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!
Strona 208 - Ward has no heart, they say ; but I deny it;— He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Strona 113 - ... 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.
Strona 173 - 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 113 - But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Strona 256 - 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 300 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Strona 31 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...