Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 sider |
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... affection only bids them flow ! Pride , Hope , and Love , forbid him to forget , But warm his bosom with impassion'd glow . Yet he prefers thee to the gilded domes Or gewgaw grottos of the vainly great ; Yet lingers ' mid thy damp and ...
... affection only bids them flow ! Pride , Hope , and Love , forbid him to forget , But warm his bosom with impassion'd glow . Yet he prefers thee to the gilded domes Or gewgaw grottos of the vainly great ; Yet lingers ' mid thy damp and ...
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... affection and respect for him , they had so strong a superstition that foul weather must attend him wherever he went , that they would scarcely ever willingly enter his ships . It was not , however , in his professional career that he ...
... affection and respect for him , they had so strong a superstition that foul weather must attend him wherever he went , that they would scarcely ever willingly enter his ships . It was not , however , in his professional career that he ...
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... affection ; the equality of age and rank gave every promise of future happiness , and for some years after their union this promise was fulfilled . They had three children between November , 1773 , when they were married , and 1778 ...
... affection ; the equality of age and rank gave every promise of future happiness , and for some years after their union this promise was fulfilled . They had three children between November , 1773 , when they were married , and 1778 ...
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... which he was compelled do not seem to have been very congenial with his feelings or his temper ; and , although he had every disposition to be a student , he had no affection for being 38 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
... which he was compelled do not seem to have been very congenial with his feelings or his temper ; and , although he had every disposition to be a student , he had no affection for being 38 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
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George Clinton. be a student , he had no affection for being a scholar . He has said ' I abhorr'd Too much to conquer for the poet's sake The drill'd dull lesson , forced down word by word , In my repugnant youth with pleasure to record ...
George Clinton. be a student , he had no affection for being a scholar . He has said ' I abhorr'd Too much to conquer for the poet's sake The drill'd dull lesson , forced down word by word , In my repugnant youth with pleasure to record ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1825 |
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Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.