The Works of Lord Byron, المجلد 12J. Murray, 1904 |
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... writes that the Mortgage is the most advantageous thing possible ; you write that it is quite the contrary . You are both my old acquaintances , both men of business , and both give good reasons for both your opinions ; and the result ...
... writes that the Mortgage is the most advantageous thing possible ; you write that it is quite the contrary . You are both my old acquaintances , both men of business , and both give good reasons for both your opinions ; and the result ...
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... write to me ( direct to Ravenna ) . I do not feel justified in the present state of the funds , and on your statement , of urging the fulfilment of the Blessington Mortgage , and yet I feel sorry that it does not seem feasible . At any ...
... write to me ( direct to Ravenna ) . I do not feel justified in the present state of the funds , and on your statement , of urging the fulfilment of the Blessington Mortgage , and yet I feel sorry that it does not seem feasible . At any ...
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... write to you in such haste and such heat ; it seems to be under the dog ( or bitch ) Star that I can no more , but sottoscribble myself , Yours ever , B. P.S. My best respects to the Consolessa and Compts . to Mr. Dorville . Hobhouse is ...
... write to you in such haste and such heat ; it seems to be under the dog ( or bitch ) Star that I can no more , but sottoscribble myself , Yours ever , B. P.S. My best respects to the Consolessa and Compts . to Mr. Dorville . Hobhouse is ...
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... write Manfred . The first Scene , however , and that of Faustus are very similar . Acknowledge this letter Yours ... writer who in genius and means was far inferior to the English " Poet , " etc. , etc. Niccolò Forteguerri ( 1674-1735 ) ...
... write Manfred . The first Scene , however , and that of Faustus are very similar . Acknowledge this letter Yours ... writer who in genius and means was far inferior to the English " Poet , " etc. , etc. Niccolò Forteguerri ( 1674-1735 ) ...
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... Southey , Rogers , Campbell , Words- worth , Crabbe , Maturin whose dramatic powers were consecrated " by the applause of a Scott and a Byron , " Sheil , Phillips , and Lady Morgan . ་ that damned fellow was to write my life , I.
... Southey , Rogers , Campbell , Words- worth , Crabbe , Maturin whose dramatic powers were consecrated " by the applause of a Scott and a Byron , " Sheil , Phillips , and Lady Morgan . ་ that damned fellow was to write my life , I.
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الصفحة 443 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
الصفحة 222 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
الصفحة 247 - The morning precious: beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule And compass vile: so that ye taught a school Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and clip, and fit, Till, like the certain wands of Jacob's wit, Their verses tallied.
الصفحة 447 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
الصفحة 427 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
الصفحة 149 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
الصفحة 440 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey...
الصفحة 447 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
الصفحة 394 - Fame! — if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her. There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee; Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee; When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory.
الصفحة 153 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen, and save. Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus; By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...