Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, المجلد 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 من الصفحات |
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... Genoa . Having settled our friend , the lachrymose ruffian , we took our drive in the barouche , in the course of which we met the police - officer , and my old acquaintance Fletcher , with his good - humoured , lack - a - daisaical ...
... Genoa . Having settled our friend , the lachrymose ruffian , we took our drive in the barouche , in the course of which we met the police - officer , and my old acquaintance Fletcher , with his good - humoured , lack - a - daisaical ...
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... Genoa , and thirty pounds with which he enabled us subsequently to go from Genoa to Florence , was all the money I ever received from Lord Byron , exclusive of the two hundred pounds in the first instance , which he made a debt of Mr ...
... Genoa , and thirty pounds with which he enabled us subsequently to go from Genoa to Florence , was all the money I ever received from Lord Byron , exclusive of the two hundred pounds in the first instance , which he made a debt of Mr ...
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... Genoa . He was restless , as he had always been ; Tuscany was uncomfortable to him ; and at Genoa he would hover on the borders of his inclination for Greece . Perhaps he had already made arrangements for going there . We met at Lerici ...
... Genoa . He was restless , as he had always been ; Tuscany was uncomfortable to him ; and at Genoa he would hover on the borders of his inclination for Greece . Perhaps he had already made arrangements for going there . We met at Lerici ...
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... Genoa . Their cha- racter is of the least interesting sort of any mountains , being neither distinct nor wooded ; but barren , savage , and coarse ; without any grandeur but what arises from an excess of appearance . They lie in a ...
... Genoa . Their cha- racter is of the least interesting sort of any mountains , being neither distinct nor wooded ; but barren , savage , and coarse ; without any grandeur but what arises from an excess of appearance . They lie in a ...
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... Genoa , and pretended to be younger than he was , and to wear his own hair , discomposed him for the day . He de- claimed against him in so deploring a tone , and uttered the word " wig " so often , that my two eldest boys , who were in ...
... Genoa , and pretended to be younger than he was , and to wear his own hair , discomposed him for the day . He de- claimed against him in so deploring a tone , and uttered the word " wig " so often , that my two eldest boys , who were in ...
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الصفحة 429 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd ; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon ; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez ; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
الصفحة 437 - 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?
الصفحة 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...