The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Tom 9J. Murray, 1832 |
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Strona 13
... out of it . I don't know that I sha'n't end with insanity ; for I find a want of method in arranging my thoughts that perplexes me strangely . " - E ] Could this have been ― a word , a look OCCASIONAL PIECES . 13 To Thyrza.
... out of it . I don't know that I sha'n't end with insanity ; for I find a want of method in arranging my thoughts that perplexes me strangely . " - E ] Could this have been ― a word , a look OCCASIONAL PIECES . 13 To Thyrza.
Strona 14
... look That softly said , " We part in peace , " Had taught my bosom how to brook , With fainter sighs , thy soul's release . And didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er ...
... look That softly said , " We part in peace , " Had taught my bosom how to brook , With fainter sighs , thy soul's release . And didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er ...
Strona 21
... the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth , There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look . I will not ask where thou liest low , Nor с 3 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 21 17 Stanzas ["And thou art dead," &c 223.
... the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth , There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look . I will not ask where thou liest low , Nor с 3 OCCASIONAL PIECES . 21 17 Stanzas ["And thou art dead," &c 223.
Strona 35
... look askance , The lightning of Love's angry glance . In flattering dreams I deem'd thee mine ; Now hope , and he who hoped , decline ; Like melting wax , or withering flower , I feel my passion , and thy power . My light of life ! ah ...
... look askance , The lightning of Love's angry glance . In flattering dreams I deem'd thee mine ; Now hope , and he who hoped , decline ; Like melting wax , or withering flower , I feel my passion , and thy power . My light of life ! ah ...
Strona 58
... look angry in the proper place . At double meanings folks seem wondrous sly , And sentiment prescribes a pensive eye ; For nature form'd at first the inward man , And actors copy nature - when they can . Telephus et Peleus , cum pauper ...
... look angry in the proper place . At double meanings folks seem wondrous sly , And sentiment prescribes a pensive eye ; For nature form'd at first the inward man , And actors copy nature - when they can . Telephus et Peleus , cum pauper ...
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