Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron: Noted During a Residence with His Lordship at Pisa, in the Years 1821 and 1822, 1±ÇWilder & Campbell, 1824 - 304ÆäÀÌÁö |
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35 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed the summer vacation of this year among the Malvern hills : those were days of romance ! She was the beau idéal of all that my youthful fancy could paint of beautiful ; and I have taken all my fables about the celestial nature of ...
... passed the summer vacation of this year among the Malvern hills : those were days of romance ! She was the beau idéal of all that my youthful fancy could paint of beautiful ; and I have taken all my fables about the celestial nature of ...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed through the medium of a confidante . A gate leading from Mr. C's grounds to those of my mother , was the place of our interviews . But the ardour was all on my side . I was serious ; she was volatile . She liked me as a younger ...
... passed through the medium of a confidante . A gate leading from Mr. C's grounds to those of my mother , was the place of our interviews . But the ardour was all on my side . I was serious ; she was volatile . She liked me as a younger ...
39 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed about to the gods of the Consistory , whilst many a prime joke was cut at its expense . ' 99 " You seem , " said I , " to have had a particular predilection for skulls and cross - bones ; a friend of mine , Mr. told me he took ...
... passed about to the gods of the Consistory , whilst many a prime joke was cut at its expense . ' 99 " You seem , " said I , " to have had a particular predilection for skulls and cross - bones ; a friend of mine , Mr. told me he took ...
42 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed in vi- sits , luncheons , lounging and boxing - not to mention drinking ! If I had known you in early life , you would not have been alive now . I remember Scroope Davies , H— , and myself , clubbing £ 19 , all we had in our ...
... passed in vi- sits , luncheons , lounging and boxing - not to mention drinking ! If I had known you in early life , you would not have been alive now . I remember Scroope Davies , H— , and myself , clubbing £ 19 , all we had in our ...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö
... passed the Villagiatura on the Brenta.f * He used to say there were three great men ruined in one year , Brummel ... passing in a close carriage at the time , laughed at his bad Italian ; upon which his Lordship horsewhipped him , and ...
... passed the Villagiatura on the Brenta.f * He used to say there were three great men ruined in one year , Brummel ... passing in a close carriage at the time , laughed at his bad Italian ; upon which his Lordship horsewhipped him , and ...
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75 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 nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
90 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.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest!
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have a passion for the name of " Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be ; All feelings changed, but this was last to vary, A spell from which even yet I am not quite free : But I grow sad — and let a tale grow cold, Which must not be pathetically told.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, 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.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - Midst others of less note came one frail form, A phantom among men, companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep ; and if I weep, Tis that our nature cannot always bring Itself to apathy...
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know not who may conquer : if I could Have such a prescience, it should be no bar To this my plain, sworn, downright detestation Of every despotism in every nation.