Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822H. Colburn, 1824 - 351ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... gave a charm to the whole , who could forget ? " His subtle talk would cheer the winter night , And make me know myself ; and the fire - light Would flash upon our faces , till the day Might dawn , and make me wonder at my stay ...
... gave a charm to the whole , who could forget ? " His subtle talk would cheer the winter night , And make me know myself ; and the fire - light Would flash upon our faces , till the day Might dawn , and make me wonder at my stay ...
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... gave me the least idea of him . I saw a man about five feet seven or eight , apparently forty years of age as was * Being with him , day after day , some time afterwards , - W whilst he was sitting to Bertolini , the Florentine sculptor ...
... gave me the least idea of him . I saw a man about five feet seven or eight , apparently forty years of age as was * Being with him , day after day , some time afterwards , - W whilst he was sitting to Bertolini , the Florentine sculptor ...
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... visit me at Ravenna , gave me such a flattering account of Pisa that I changed my " mind . Then it is troublesome to travel so " far with so much live and dead stock as I do ; " and I don't like to leave behind me any 8 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... visit me at Ravenna , gave me such a flattering account of Pisa that I changed my " mind . Then it is troublesome to travel so " far with so much live and dead stock as I do ; " and I don't like to leave behind me any 8 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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... gave them to " Moore , or rather to Moore's little boy , at Ve- " nice . I remember saying , ' Here are 20007 . 4 " for you , my young friend . ' I made one re- * servation in the gift , that they were not 32 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... gave them to " Moore , or rather to Moore's little boy , at Ve- " nice . I remember saying , ' Here are 20007 . 4 " for you , my young friend . ' I made one re- * servation in the gift , that they were not 32 CONVERSATIONS OF.
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... gave dinner- parties , had separate carriages , and launched " into every sort of extravagance . This could " not last long . My wife's 10,0007 , soon melted " away . I was beset by duns , and at length " an execution was levied , and ...
... gave dinner- parties , had separate carriages , and launched " into every sort of extravagance . This could " not last long . My wife's 10,0007 , soon melted " away . I was beset by duns , and at length " an execution was levied , and ...
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164 ÆäÀÌÁö - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
cii ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! 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!
ciii ÆäÀÌÁö - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
315 ÆäÀÌÁö - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - What if thy deep and ample stream should be A mirror of my heart, where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ! What do I say — a mirror of my heart...
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
287 ÆäÀÌÁö - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords and native ranks The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.