Life, Letters, and Journals of Lord ByronJ. Murray, 1839 - 735 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 99 筆
第 viii 頁
... speak not , I trace not . ” . Supper at Watier's . Letters to Mr. Moore . - - - - - - - Rhyming Epistle.- Progress of Lara . Hogg , the Ettrick Shepherd .. Letters to Mr. Moore and Mr. Murray . - Publication of Lara , in conjunction ...
... speak not , I trace not . ” . Supper at Watier's . Letters to Mr. Moore . - - - - - - - Rhyming Epistle.- Progress of Lara . Hogg , the Ettrick Shepherd .. Letters to Mr. Moore and Mr. Murray . - Publication of Lara , in conjunction ...
第 xix 頁
... speak upon . In addition , she ex- pressed a wish that no such will as I had mentioned would be found ; as her circum- stances were already sufficiently independent , and the world might put a wrong construc- tion on her attachment ...
... speak upon . In addition , she ex- pressed a wish that no such will as I had mentioned would be found ; as her circum- stances were already sufficiently independent , and the world might put a wrong construc- tion on her attachment ...
第 5 頁
... speak as a boy , from the recollected impression of that period at Aberdeen , in 1796. " The malformation of his foot was , even at this childish age , a subject on which he showed peculiar sensitiveness . I have been told by a ...
... speak as a boy , from the recollected impression of that period at Aberdeen , in 1796. " The malformation of his foot was , even at this childish age , a subject on which he showed peculiar sensitiveness . I have been told by a ...
第 38 頁
... speak in high terms of praise of Hailstone , as well as of his master , Bishop Mansel , of Trinity College , and of others whose names I have now forgotten . " Few people understood Byron ; but I know that he had naturally a kind and ...
... speak in high terms of praise of Hailstone , as well as of his master , Bishop Mansel , of Trinity College , and of others whose names I have now forgotten . " Few people understood Byron ; but I know that he had naturally a kind and ...
第 39 頁
... speak it , an opportunity of displaying his powers of mimicry , consisted of good - hu- moured portraits of all the persons concerned in the representation . Some intimation of this design having got among the actors , an alarm was felt ...
... speak it , an opportunity of displaying his powers of mimicry , consisted of good - hu- moured portraits of all the persons concerned in the representation . Some intimation of this design having got among the actors , an alarm was felt ...
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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...