Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 頁 |
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... recollect to this day his mild manners and good - natured pains - taking . The moment I could read , my grand passion was history ; and , why I know not , but I was par- ticularly taken with the battle near the Lake Regillus in the ...
... recollect to this day his mild manners and good - natured pains - taking . The moment I could read , my grand passion was history ; and , why I know not , but I was par- ticularly taken with the battle near the Lake Regillus in the ...
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... recollect all we said to each other , all our caresses , her features , my restlessness , sleeplessness , my tormenting my mother's maid to write for me to her , which she at last did , to quiet me . Poor Nancy thought I was wild , and ...
... recollect all we said to each other , all our caresses , her features , my restlessness , sleeplessness , my tormenting my mother's maid to write for me to her , which she at last did , to quiet me . Poor Nancy thought I was wild , and ...
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... recollect Loch Leven as it were but yesterday —I saw it in my way to England in 1798. " They had already arrived at the Newstead toll - bar , and saw the woods of the Abbey stretching out to receive them , when Mrs. Byron , affecting to ...
... recollect Loch Leven as it were but yesterday —I saw it in my way to England in 1798. " They had already arrived at the Newstead toll - bar , and saw the woods of the Abbey stretching out to receive them , when Mrs. Byron , affecting to ...
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... recollect scarcely any thing equal to the transparent beauty of my cousin , or to the sweetness of her temper , during the short period of our intimacy . She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow- all beauty and peace . 66 My ...
... recollect scarcely any thing equal to the transparent beauty of my cousin , or to the sweetness of her temper , during the short period of our intimacy . She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow- all beauty and peace . 66 My ...
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... recollect , with a mixture of pleasure and regret , the hours we once passed together , and I assure you , most sincerely , they are numbered among the happiest of my brief chronicle of enjoy- ment . I am now getting into years , that ...
... recollect , with a mixture of pleasure and regret , the hours we once passed together , and I assure you , most sincerely , they are numbered among the happiest of my brief chronicle of enjoy- ment . I am now getting into years , that ...
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第 399 頁 - Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long.
第 308 頁 - I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
第 321 頁 - Though. thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish; By a power to thee unknown, . Thou canst never be alone; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell.
第 272 頁 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
第 320 頁 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
第 411 頁 - I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structure 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 Look'd to the winged lion's marble piles, Where Venice sat in state, throned in her hundred isles.
第 156 頁 - I have traversed the seat of war in the Peninsula, I have been in some of the most oppressed provinces of Turkey, but never under the most despotic of infidel governments did I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return in the very heart of a Christian country.
第 475 頁 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal...
第 338 頁 - I am glad you like it ; it is a fine indistinct piece of poetical desolation, and my favourite. I was half mad during the time of its composition, between metaphysics, mountains, lakes, love unextinguishable, thoughts unutterable, and the nightmare of my own delinquencies. I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law...
第 407 頁 - MY DEAREST TERESA : — I have read this book in your garden; my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them — which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will...