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Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries:: With Recollections of ..., Volume 2
Visualização completa - 1828
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Página 331 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Página 180 - Firm to this scoundrel Maxim keepeth he, Ne of its Rigour will he bate a Jot. Till it has quench'd his Fire, and banished his Pot.
Página 251 - Italiano while in prison, and used often to think of a passage in it, while looking at this miniature piece of horticulture : — Mio picciol orto, A me sei vigna, e campo, e selva, e prato. — BALDI. - My little garden, To me thou'rt vineyard, field, and meadow, and wood.
Página 85 - Bird of wakeful glow, Whose louder song is like the voice of life, Triumphant o'er death's image; but whose deep, Low, lovelier note is like a gentle wife, A poor, a pensive, yet a happy one, Stealing, when daylight's common tasks are done, An hour for mother's work ; and singing low, While her tired husband and her children sleep.
Página 48 - Highgate, repeat one of his melodious lamentations, as he walked up and down, his voice undulating in a stream of music, and his regrets of youth sparkling with visions ever young. At the same time, he did me the honour to show me that he did not think so ill of all modern liberalism as some might suppose, denouncing the pretensions of the money-getting in a style which I should hardly venture upon, and never could equal; and asking with a triumphant eloquence what chastity itself were worth, if...
Página 333 - The dreadfull fish, that hath deserv'd the name Of Death, and like him lookes in dreadfull hew, The griesly wasserman, that makes his game The flying ships with...
Página 251 - Here I wrote and read in fine weather, sometimes under an awning. In autumn, my trellises were hung with scarletrunners, which added to the flowery investment. I used to shut my eyes in my arm-chair, and affect to think myself hundreds of miles off.
Página 120 - Perhaps there is not a foundation in the country so truly English, taking that word to mean what Englishmen wish it to mean — something solid, unpretending, of good character, and free to all. More boys are to be found in it, who issue from a greater variety of ranks, than in any school in the kingdom; and as it is the most various, so it is the largest, of all the free schools.
Página 38 - He would have cracked a score of jokes at him, worth his whole book of sentences ; pelted his head with pearls. Nicole would not have understood him, but Rochefoucault would, and Pascal too ; and some of our old Englishmen would have understood him still better. He would have been worthy of hearing Shakspeare read one of his scenes to him, hot from the brain.