The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - 946 |
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... heard . My cousin I wish Boatswain had swallowed Damon ! How is Lord Alexander Gordon , who resided in the same hotel , Bran ? by the immortal gods , Bran ought to be a Count told me his mother , her Grace of Gordon , requested he of ...
... heard . My cousin I wish Boatswain had swallowed Damon ! How is Lord Alexander Gordon , who resided in the same hotel , Bran ? by the immortal gods , Bran ought to be a Count told me his mother , her Grace of Gordon , requested he of ...
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... heard that some of the boys had got hold of my Libellus , contrary to my wishes certainly , for I never transmitted a single copy till October , when I gave one to a boy , since gone , after repeated importunities . You will , I trust ...
... heard that some of the boys had got hold of my Libellus , contrary to my wishes certainly , for I never transmitted a single copy till October , when I gave one to a boy , since gone , after repeated importunities . You will , I trust ...
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... heard pendent . He has behaved extremely well , and has tra- had left orders in Yanina with the commandant to pro- that an Englishman of rank was in his dominions , and velled a great deal for the time of his absence . Deduct vide a ...
... heard pendent . He has behaved extremely well , and has tra- had left orders in Yanina with the commandant to pro- that an Englishman of rank was in his dominions , and velled a great deal for the time of his absence . Deduct vide a ...
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... heard from all three , but not seen one here inserted in full , with the respective queries and an - Matthews wrote to me the very day before his death ; swers annexed . and though I feel for his fate , I am still more anxious for ...
... heard from all three , but not seen one here inserted in full , with the respective queries and an - Matthews wrote to me the very day before his death ; swers annexed . and though I feel for his fate , I am still more anxious for ...
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... heard of his character ; reflections , and they present no prospect here or here- but of me , I believe , he knows nothing , except that he after , except the selfish satisfaction of surviving my bet- heard my sixth - form repetitions ...
... heard of his character ; reflections , and they present no prospect here or here- but of me , I believe , he knows nothing , except that he after , except the selfish satisfaction of surviving my bet- heard my sixth - form repetitions ...
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Strona 23 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Strona 37 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Strona 22 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Strona 23 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Strona 18 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder, cold and low.
Strona 16 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Strona 22 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Strona 23 - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Strona 15 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Strona 20 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.