Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author's Life, and of His Visit to Italy, Band 1H. Colburn, 1828 - 494 Seiten |
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... Poet , involved of necessity a painful retrospect ; and humanize as I may , and as I trust I do , upon him as well as every thing else , and certain as I am , that although I look upon this or that man as more or less vi PREFACE .
... Poet , involved of necessity a painful retrospect ; and humanize as I may , and as I trust I do , upon him as well as every thing else , and certain as I am , that although I look upon this or that man as more or less vi PREFACE .
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... Poets , " and would be glad to make my ac- quaintance . I said I felt myself highly flat- tered , and should be proud to entertain his Lordship as well as a poor patriot could . He was accordingly invited to dinner . His friend only ...
... Poets , " and would be glad to make my ac- quaintance . I said I felt myself highly flat- tered , and should be proud to entertain his Lordship as well as a poor patriot could . He was accordingly invited to dinner . His friend only ...
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... poet was piqued to obtain his mistress , because she had a reputation for being delicate in such matters ; and the lady was piqued to become his wife , not because she did not know the gentleman previously to LORD BYRON . 9.
... poet was piqued to obtain his mistress , because she had a reputation for being delicate in such matters ; and the lady was piqued to become his wife , not because she did not know the gentleman previously to LORD BYRON . 9.
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... poetry had given this its gracefuller aspect , when young : - he could believe in the passion of Romeo and Juliet . But the moment he thought he had attained to years of discretion , what with the help of 40 LORD BYRON .
... poetry had given this its gracefuller aspect , when young : - he could believe in the passion of Romeo and Juliet . But the moment he thought he had attained to years of discretion , what with the help of 40 LORD BYRON .
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... their attention to circumstances , which made you wish yourself a hundred miles off . They were connected with any thing but the graces with which a poet would encircle his Venus . He said to me once of a friend LORD BYRON . 41.
... their attention to circumstances , which made you wish yourself a hundred miles off . They were connected with any thing but the graces with which a poet would encircle his Venus . He said to me once of a friend LORD BYRON . 41.
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acquaintance admired afterwards Albaro appeared Bard Baubo Bay of Spezia beauty believe body called Captain compliment confess connexion contradiction critics DEAR HUNT delight Don Juan doubt England English eyes fancy Faust feel genius Genoa gentleman give Goethe good-humoured handsome Hazlitt heart honour hope Italian Italy Keats kind knew lady Lady Byron laugh least Leghorn Leigh Hunt Lerici less letters Liberal lived look Lord Byron Lord Holland Lordship Madame Guiccioli manner matter mean Medwin Meph mistake Moore moral nature never noble occasion opinion Parisina passage passion perhaps person Pisa pleasure poem poet poetical poetry pretended reader reason respect Rimini seemed sense Shelley Shelley's sincerity sort speak spirit spleen talk tell thing thou thought tion told took truth Via Reggio wish word write written young
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Seite 429 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd ; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon ; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez ; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 434 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare...
Seite 437 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth -thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! • Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Seite 435 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 436 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 436 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Seite 437 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Seite 411 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 340 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Seite 437 - Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...