Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 18221825 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 14
Page 24
... thou art ; And such as thou art , were my passions long . Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow'st thy banks , and not for aye ; Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods subside ; and mine have sunk ...
... thou art ; And such as thou art , were my passions long . Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow'st thy banks , and not for aye ; Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods subside ; and mine have sunk ...
Page 102
... thou- " sand years . Out of the eight hundred " millions that the globe contains , only two " hundred millions are Christians . Query , - " What is to become of the six hundred mil " lions that do not believe , and of those in ...
... thou- " sand years . Out of the eight hundred " millions that the globe contains , only two " hundred millions are Christians . Query , - " What is to become of the six hundred mil " lions that do not believe , and of those in ...
Page 128
... - known foot ! From the first staircase , mounting step by step . Freberg . How quick an ear thou hast for dis- tant sound ! I heard him not . " Act II . Scene 2 . " during an interview of the Infant with the " 128 CONVERSATIONS OF.
... - known foot ! From the first staircase , mounting step by step . Freberg . How quick an ear thou hast for dis- tant sound ! I heard him not . " Act II . Scene 2 . " during an interview of the Infant with the " 128 CONVERSATIONS OF.
Page 183
... thou my good ! ' are from that very poem , from the mouth of Satan , -and is there any thing more in that of Lucifer , in the Mystery ? Cain ' is nothing more than a drama , not a piece of argument . If I have tried in its turn all that ...
... thou my good ! ' are from that very poem , from the mouth of Satan , -and is there any thing more in that of Lucifer , in the Mystery ? Cain ' is nothing more than a drama , not a piece of argument . If I have tried in its turn all that ...
Page 185
... thou ? " The attempt to bully you because they think it will not succeed with me , seems as atrocious an attempt as ever disgraced the times . What ! when Gibbon's , Hume's , Priestley's , and Drum- mond's publishers have been allowed ...
... thou ? " The attempt to bully you because they think it will not succeed with me , seems as atrocious an attempt as ever disgraced the times . What ! when Gibbon's , Hume's , Priestley's , and Drum- mond's publishers have been allowed ...
Other editions - View all
Journal of the Conversations of Lord Byron ... in the Years 1821 and 1822 Thomas Medwin No preview available - 2015 |
Common terms and phrases
66 Lady 66 Murray 66 perhaps acquaintance actor afterwards Bards beauty believe Cain called Canto Childe Harold Coleridge Countess Countess Guiccioli dæmons Dante death delighted dinner Don Juan Douglas Kinnaird drama Duchess of Malfy England English epic exile eyes feelings fond friends gave give Guiccioli Harrow heard heart supernatural Heaven Hobhouse hour idea Italian knew Lady Byron least letter lines look Lord Byron lost Lucca Lucifer Madame de Staël Marino Faliero married Memoirs ment Milton Moore mother never once opinion Othello palace passion Pisa play poem poet poetry quarrel Ravenna remember replied Lord Byron Reviewers ride seems sent Sgricci Shakspeare Shelley shew Siege of Corinth Southey Southey's speak spirits Stanza story suppose talk tell thee thing thou thought tion told took translation Ugo Foscolo Venice wish women writing wrote
Popular passages
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...