Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 Seiten |
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... give you satisfaction ; and , as to myself , your lordship knows where to find me , in Berkeley - row ; " or words to that effect . These words , uttered in a particular manuer , could admit of no reply , and at once put an end to that ...
... give you satisfaction ; and , as to myself , your lordship knows where to find me , in Berkeley - row ; " or words to that effect . These words , uttered in a particular manuer , could admit of no reply , and at once put an end to that ...
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... give testimony to the dying words of this unhappy client ; and accordingly , with the caution that always accompanies a thorough knowledge of the law , he thought proper to commit to writing the last words he was heard to say on this ...
... give testimony to the dying words of this unhappy client ; and accordingly , with the caution that always accompanies a thorough knowledge of the law , he thought proper to commit to writing the last words he was heard to say on this ...
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... give an air of prophecy to Beattie's delightful poem : - Lo ! where the stripling , rapt in wonder , roves Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees , on high , amidst the encircling groves , From cliff to cliff the foaming ...
... give an air of prophecy to Beattie's delightful poem : - Lo ! where the stripling , rapt in wonder , roves Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees , on high , amidst the encircling groves , From cliff to cliff the foaming ...
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... give him no great pleasure ; and the distance which many of his old companions felt it proper to keep from him , upon its being made generally known , gave him so much pain that he sometimes burst into tears . At that time , though he ...
... give him no great pleasure ; and the distance which many of his old companions felt it proper to keep from him , upon its being made generally known , gave him so much pain that he sometimes burst into tears . At that time , though he ...
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... Give me the soft sigh , Whilst the soul - telling eye . Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is ...
... Give me the soft sigh , Whilst the soul - telling eye . Is dimm'd for a time with a Tear . Mild Charity's glow , To us mortals below , Shows the soul from barbarity clear ; Compassion will melt Where this virtue is felt , And its dew is ...
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Seite 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Seite 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Seite 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Seite 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Seite 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Seite 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Seite 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Seite 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Seite 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.