Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin]. |
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... round lake that was once Regillus , and which dots the immense expanse below , I remem- bered my young enthusiasm and my old instructor . Afterwards I had a very serious , saturnine , but kind young man , named Paterson , for a tutor ...
... round lake that was once Regillus , and which dots the immense expanse below , I remem- bered my young enthusiasm and my old instructor . Afterwards I had a very serious , saturnine , but kind young man , named Paterson , for a tutor ...
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... round which I used to cling , and wonder how I came there . Our evenings we passed in music ( he was musical , and played on more than one instrument , flute and violon- cello ) , in which I was audience ; and I think that our chief ...
... round which I used to cling , and wonder how I came there . Our evenings we passed in music ( he was musical , and played on more than one instrument , flute and violon- cello ) , in which I was audience ; and I think that our chief ...
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... round the house , in our conventual garments . Matthews always denominated me the Abbot , " and never called me by any other name in his good humours , to the day of his death . The harmony of these our symposia was some- what ...
... round the house , in our conventual garments . Matthews always denominated me the Abbot , " and never called me by any other name in his good humours , to the day of his death . The harmony of these our symposia was some- what ...
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... round : - " Sir , it is easy for my Lord G. or Earl G. or Marquis B. or Lord H. with thousands upon thousands a year , some of it either presently derived , or inherited in sinecure or acquisitions from the public money , to boast of ...
... round : - " Sir , it is easy for my Lord G. or Earl G. or Marquis B. or Lord H. with thousands upon thousands a year , some of it either presently derived , or inherited in sinecure or acquisitions from the public money , to boast of ...
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... round me , the outcry of the period to which I allude was beyond all precedent , all parallel , even in those cases where political motives have sharpened slander and doubled enmity . I was advised not to go to the theatres , lest I ...
... round me , the outcry of the period to which I allude was beyond all precedent , all parallel , even in those cases where political motives have sharpened slander and doubled enmity . I was advised not to go to the theatres , lest I ...
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Страница 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Страница 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Страница 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Страница 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Страница 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Страница 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Страница 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Страница 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Страница 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.