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... beautiful mouth and teeth imaginable . It is impossible to see without admiring — to hear the Guiccioli speak without being fasci- nated . Her amiability and gentleness shew themselves in every intonation of her voice , which , LORD ...
... beautiful mouth and teeth imaginable . It is impossible to see without admiring — to hear the Guiccioli speak without being fasci- nated . Her amiability and gentleness shew themselves in every intonation of her voice , which , LORD ...
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... beautiful sonnet prefixed to the ' Pro- phecy of Dante ' was addressed to her ; and I cannot resist copying some stanzas written when he was about to quit Venice to join her at Ravenna , which will describe the state of his feelings at ...
... beautiful sonnet prefixed to the ' Pro- phecy of Dante ' was addressed to her ; and I cannot resist copying some stanzas written when he was about to quit Venice to join her at Ravenna , which will describe the state of his feelings at ...
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... Drury - Lane Theatre , " I have no doubt that several actresses · " called on me ; but as to Mrs. Mardyn , who 66 was a beautiful woman , and might have 36 been a dangerous visitress , I was scarcely * E 2 LORD BYRON . 51.
... Drury - Lane Theatre , " I have no doubt that several actresses · " called on me ; but as to Mrs. Mardyn , who 66 was a beautiful woman , and might have 36 been a dangerous visitress , I was scarcely * E 2 LORD BYRON . 51.
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... beautiful , and rich girl , and yet was mise- " rable . He had strongly urged me against " putting my neck in the same yoke : and " to shew you how firmly I was resolved to " attend to his advice , I betted Hay fifty 66 guineas to one ...
... beautiful , and rich girl , and yet was mise- " rable . He had strongly urged me against " putting my neck in the same yoke : and " to shew you how firmly I was resolved to " attend to his advice , I betted Hay fifty 66 guineas to one ...
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... beautiful ; and I have " taken all my fables about the celestial na- 66 66 ture of women from the perfection my imagination created in her -- I say created , " for I found her , like the rest of the sex , any thing but angelic . 66 66 ...
... beautiful ; and I have " taken all my fables about the celestial na- 66 66 ture of women from the perfection my imagination created in her -- I say created , " for I found her , like the rest of the sex , any thing but angelic . 66 66 ...
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Page 146 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife...
Page 157 - 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 little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 118 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
Page 251 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. 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.
Page 158 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 116 - 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; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 79 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...