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... lines in the Inferno , ' " said I : " a Lan- 66 6 franchi was one of the persecutors of Ugo- lino . " " The same , " answered Shelley ; you will see a picture of Ugolino and his sons in his room . Fletcher , his valet , is as su ...
... lines in the Inferno , ' " said I : " a Lan- 66 6 franchi was one of the persecutors of Ugo- lino . " " The same , " answered Shelley ; you will see a picture of Ugolino and his sons in his room . Fletcher , his valet , is as su ...
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... lines will shew the attachment Lord Byron had to the tranquil life he led at Ravenna : Sweet hour of twilight , in the solitude Of the pine - forest and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood , Rooted where once the ...
... lines will shew the attachment Lord Byron had to the tranquil life he led at Ravenna : Sweet hour of twilight , in the solitude Of the pine - forest and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood , Rooted where once the ...
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Thomas Medwin. 66 immediately on her arrival in London , a " few lines from her father , of a very dry " and unaffectionate nature , beginning ' Sir , ' " and ending with saying that his daughter " should never see me again . 66 " In my ...
Thomas Medwin. 66 immediately on her arrival in London , a " few lines from her father , of a very dry " and unaffectionate nature , beginning ' Sir , ' " and ending with saying that his daughter " should never see me again . 66 " In my ...
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... lines to her that " made her my friend ever after . The sub- 66 ' ject of them was suggested by her being " excluded from a certain cabinet of the " beauties of the day . I have the lines " somewhere , and will shew them to you . " In ...
... lines to her that " made her my friend ever after . The sub- 66 ' ject of them was suggested by her being " excluded from a certain cabinet of the " beauties of the day . I have the lines " somewhere , and will shew them to you . " In ...
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... lines besides that of thought " ( the middle of three horizontal lines on his forehead , on which he prided himself , ) " are strongly de- 66 veloped in the hinder part of my cranium ; 66 particularly that called philoprogenitive ...
... lines besides that of thought " ( the middle of three horizontal lines on his forehead , on which he prided himself , ) " are strongly de- 66 veloped in the hinder part of my cranium ; 66 particularly that called philoprogenitive ...
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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...