Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 páginas |
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... leaving Ravenna . His hatred to the Austrian government . Don Juan , Cantos I. and II . Unmanly attack on Lady Byron ... leaves England , vi CONTENTS .
... leaving Ravenna . His hatred to the Austrian government . Don Juan , Cantos I. and II . Unmanly attack on Lady Byron ... leaves England , vi CONTENTS .
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George Clinton. CHAPTER XIII . vii Mr. Leigh Hunt leaves England , and joins Lord Byron and Mr. Shelley at Pisa . Mr. Medwin's account of Lord Byron's opinion of Mr. Hunt . The Liberal , No. I. The Vision of Judgment . Mr. J. Hunt fined ...
George Clinton. CHAPTER XIII . vii Mr. Leigh Hunt leaves England , and joins Lord Byron and Mr. Shelley at Pisa . Mr. Medwin's account of Lord Byron's opinion of Mr. Hunt . The Liberal , No. I. The Vision of Judgment . Mr. J. Hunt fined ...
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... leave to the ca- suists of that age to decide ; I have made such use of the occurrence aз suited the subject of my poem . ↑ Charles II . Newstead ! what saddening change of scene is thine ! 16 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
... leave to the ca- suists of that age to decide ; I have made such use of the occurrence aз suited the subject of my poem . ↑ Charles II . Newstead ! what saddening change of scene is thine ! 16 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
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... embracing the maid , From her eyelid he kisses the Tear . Sweet scene of my youth , Seat of friendship and truth , Where love chased each fast - fleeting year Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 43.
... embracing the maid , From her eyelid he kisses the Tear . Sweet scene of my youth , Seat of friendship and truth , Where love chased each fast - fleeting year Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 43.
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George Clinton. Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a last look I turn'd , But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear . Though my vows I can pour To my Mary no more— My Mary to Love once so dear— In the shade of her bower , I ...
George Clinton. Loath to leave thee , I mourn'd , For a last look I turn'd , But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear . Though my vows I can pour To my Mary no more— My Mary to Love once so dear— In the shade of her bower , I ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Vista completa - 1825 |
Términos y frases comunes
Albania Ali Pacha arms beauty beneath blood bosom breast breath brow called Calmar canto character charms cheek Childe Harold Countess Guiccioli dare dark dead death deeds deem deep Doge doom dread dream earth fair fame father fear feel gaze gentle Giaour gondolier grave Greece hand hath heart heaven honour hope hour Juan knew lady Lady Byron Lady Morgan Lara Lara's less lips live look Lord Byron Lord Carlisle lordship Manfred mind mortal mountains ne'er never Newstead Abbey night noble o'er once Pacha pain Parisina passed passion perhaps person poem poet poetry pride reply Samian wine Sardanapalus scarce scene seemed shore Siegendorf sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit stanzas tale tears thee thine things thought twas Venice voice wave weep wild words young youth Zuleika
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Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.