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... shew you . " 66 66 Here he led the way to a room , where , after playing with and caressing the crea- ture for some time , he proposed a game of billiards . I brought the conversation back on Swit- zerland and his travels , and asked ...
... shew you . " 66 66 Here he led the way to a room , where , after playing with and caressing the crea- ture for some time , he proposed a game of billiards . I brought the conversation back on Swit- zerland and his travels , and asked ...
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... 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 BYRON . 21.
... 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 BYRON . 21.
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... 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 Adrian wave ...
... 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 Adrian wave ...
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... shew you ; I gave " them to Moore , or rather to Moore's lit- " tle boy , at Venice . I remember saying , " Here are 20007. for you , my young friend . ' " I made one reservation in the gift , —that 66 66 they were not to be published ...
... shew you ; I gave " them to Moore , or rather to Moore's lit- " tle boy , at Venice . I remember saying , " Here are 20007. for you , my young friend . ' " I made one reservation in the gift , —that 66 66 they were not to be published ...
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... shew them to you . " In addition to all these mortifications my " affairs were irretrievably involved , and al- " most so as to make me what they wished . " I was compelled to part with Newstead , " which I never could have ventured to ...
... shew them to you . " In addition to all these mortifications my " affairs were irretrievably involved , and al- " most so as to make me what they wished . " I was compelled to part with Newstead , " which I never could have ventured to ...
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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...