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... , given either to Byron or his solicitor , of the steps taken in the spring of 1816 , by which Ada Byron was made a ward in Chancery . 1816. ] MARIANNA SEGATI . 7 Pray write , and 6 [ CHAP . XV . THE FREZZERIA , VENICE .
... , given either to Byron or his solicitor , of the steps taken in the spring of 1816 , by which Ada Byron was made a ward in Chancery . 1816. ] MARIANNA SEGATI . 7 Pray write , and 6 [ CHAP . XV . THE FREZZERIA , VENICE .
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... taken . Her work on Canova passed through three editions in Byron's lifetime , -Opere di scultura e di plastica di A. Canova descritte da I. A. ( Firenze , 1809 , 8vo ; Firenze , 1809 , fol .; 4 tom . , Pisa , 1821-25 , 8vo ) . In the ...
... taken . Her work on Canova passed through three editions in Byron's lifetime , -Opere di scultura e di plastica di A. Canova descritte da I. A. ( Firenze , 1809 , 8vo ; Firenze , 1809 , fol .; 4 tom . , Pisa , 1821-25 , 8vo ) . In the ...
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... taken , and every thing fulfilled according to the " understood relations " of such liaisons . The general race of women appear to be handsome ; but in Italy , as on almost all the Continent , the highest orders are by no means a well ...
... taken , and every thing fulfilled according to the " understood relations " of such liaisons . The general race of women appear to be handsome ; but in Italy , as on almost all the Continent , the highest orders are by no means a well ...
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... taken upon himself to The " 1. See Letters , vol . iii . p . 337 , note 1 . Pilgrimage to the " Holy Land " is a poem in two cantos , the first consisting of 512 lines , the second of 510. The following paragraphs appeared in the ...
... taken upon himself to The " 1. See Letters , vol . iii . p . 337 , note 1 . Pilgrimage to the " Holy Land " is a poem in two cantos , the first consisting of 512 lines , the second of 510. The following paragraphs appeared in the ...
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... taken a fit of writing to you , which portends postage once from Verona - once from Venice , and again from Venice - thrice that is . For this you may thank yourself ; for I heard that you complained of my silence - so , here goes for ...
... taken a fit of writing to you , which portends postage once from Verona - once from Venice , and again from Venice - thrice that is . For this you may thank yourself ; for I heard that you complained of my silence - so , here goes for ...
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149 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on : Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasped upon the brink, Ere my fainting spirit fell, Tis to thee that I would drink.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
169 ÆäÀÌÁö - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us — Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I — are all in the wrong, one as much as another ; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe aro free ; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
493 ÆäÀÌÁö - O may some spark of your celestial fire, The last, the meanest of your sons inspire, (That on weak wings, from far, pursues your flights; Glows while he reads, but trembles as he writes,) To teach vain wits a science little known, T' admire superior sense, and doubt their own!
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee!
490 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
315 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil. I would not even feed your worms, if I could help it.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
292 ÆäÀÌÁö - Guiccioli, who awaits him impatiently, is a very pretty, sentimental, innocent Italian, who has sacrificed an immense fortune for the sake of Lord Byron, and who, if I know anything of my friend, of her and of human nature, will hereafter have plenty of leisure and opportunity to repent her rashness.
284 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll try no such thing ; I hate tasks. And then 'seven or eight years!' God send us all well this day three months, let alone years. If one's years can't be better employed than in sweating poesy, a man had better be a ditcher. And works, too! — is Childe Harold nothing? You have so many 'divine...