Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Volume 1 |
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... night of the same day , he took a post - chaise for Leghorn , intending next morning to sign his will in that city , and then depart with his friend Captain Williams for Lerici . I earnestly entreated him , if the wea- ther was violent ...
... night of the same day , he took a post - chaise for Leghorn , intending next morning to sign his will in that city , and then depart with his friend Captain Williams for Lerici . I earnestly entreated him , if the wea- ther was violent ...
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... night there was a tre- mendous storm of thunder and lightning , which made us very anxious ; but we hoped our friend had arrived before then . When Mr. Trelawney came to Pisa , and told us he was missing , I underwent one of the ...
... night there was a tre- mendous storm of thunder and lightning , which made us very anxious ; but we hoped our friend had arrived before then . When Mr. Trelawney came to Pisa , and told us he was missing , I underwent one of the ...
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... night , writing Don Juan ( which he did under the influence of gin and water ) , rose late in the morning . He break- fasted ; read ; lounged about , singing an air , generally out of Rossini , and in a swaggering style , though in a ...
... night , writing Don Juan ( which he did under the influence of gin and water ) , rose late in the morning . He break- fasted ; read ; lounged about , singing an air , generally out of Rossini , and in a swaggering style , though in a ...
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... night , when I went to bed , he was just thinking of setting to work with Don Juan . His favourite reading was history and travels . I think I am correct in saying that his favou- rite authors were Bayle and Gibbon . Gib- bon was ...
... night , when I went to bed , he was just thinking of setting to work with Don Juan . His favourite reading was history and travels . I think I am correct in saying that his favou- rite authors were Bayle and Gibbon . Gib- bon was ...
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... night dabbling in the water , and making wild noises . Here Mr. Trelawney joined us . He took me to the Villa Magni ( the house just alluded to ) ; and we paced over its empty rooms , and neglected garden . The sea fawned upon the shore ...
... night dabbling in the water , and making wild noises . Here Mr. Trelawney joined us . He took me to the Villa Magni ( the house just alluded to ) ; and we paced over its empty rooms , and neglected garden . The sea fawned upon the shore ...
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Page 435 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 446 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 437 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Page 437 - Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Page 434 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 428 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device...
Page 340 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Page 364 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 419 - Knowing within myself (he says) the manner in which this Poem has been produced, it is not without a feeling of regret that I make it public.— What manner I mean, will be quite clear to the reader, who must soon perceive great inexperience, immaturity, and every error denoting a feverish attempt, rather than a deed accomplished.'— Preface, p.