Conversations de lord Byron, recueillies pendant un séjour avec sa seigneurie à Pise, dans les années 1821 et 1822. Tr. par D..... d. P...

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Page 182 - 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 181 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 181 - 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.
Page 182 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 181 - 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 26 - What if thy deep and ample stream should be A mirror of my heart, where she may read The thousand thoughts I now betray to thee, Wild as thy wave, and headlong as thy speed ! What do I say — a mirror of my heart...
Page 275 - Peace to his manes ; and may he sleep As soundly as his readers did ' Through every sort of verse meandering', Bob went without a hitch or fall, Through Epic, Sapphic, Alexandrine, To verse that was no verse at all ; Till fiction having done enough, To make a bard at least absurd, And give his readers quantum suff. He took to praising George the Third : And now, in virtue of his crown, Dooms us, poor whigs, at once to slaughter; Like Donellan of bad renown, Poisoning us all with laurel-water. And...
Page 201 - ... d'obtenir l'estime. Tant de changements ont eu lieu depuis cette époque dans le cercle de Milan, que j'ose à peine en rappeler le souvenir... La mort, l'exil et les prisons autrichiennes ont séparé ceux que nous aimions... Le pauvre Pellico! j'espère que, dans sa solitude cruelle, sa muse le console quelquefois...
Page 200 - Beste hindurch und heraus zu arbeiten hat, nur augenblicklich, vergänglich und hinfällig gewesen, wogegen der staunungswürdige Ruhm, zu dem er sein Vaterland für jetzt und künftig erhebt, in seiner Herrlichkeit grenzenlos und in seinen Folgen unberechenbar bleibt.
Page 202 - ... le plus honorable, le plus aimable. Quant à ses opinions politiques, je n'ai rien à en dire: comme elles diffèrent des miennes, il est difficile pour moi d'en parler; mais il est parfaitement sincère dans ses opinions, et la sincérité peut être humble, mais elle ne saurait être servile. Je vous prie donc de corriger ou d'adoucir ce passage. Vous...

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