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... DEATH OF MRS . BYRON 25 DEATH OF MRS . BYRON , MATTHEWS , AND WINGFIELD 25 CHARLES SKINNER MATTHEWS 27 LORD BYRON'S FIRST SPEECH IN THE HOUSE OF LORDS 31 SHERIDAN'S OPINION OF BYRON'S ORATORY PARLIAMENTARY ORATORY CHILDE HAROLD A ...
... DEATH OF MRS . BYRON 25 DEATH OF MRS . BYRON , MATTHEWS , AND WINGFIELD 25 CHARLES SKINNER MATTHEWS 27 LORD BYRON'S FIRST SPEECH IN THE HOUSE OF LORDS 31 SHERIDAN'S OPINION OF BYRON'S ORATORY PARLIAMENTARY ORATORY CHILDE HAROLD A ...
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... death ) till now . That with Lord Clare begun one of the earliest , and lasted longest - being only interrupted by distance that I know of . I never hear the word " Clare ” without a beating of the heart even now , and I write it with ...
... death ) till now . That with Lord Clare begun one of the earliest , and lasted longest - being only interrupted by distance that I know of . I never hear the word " Clare ” without a beating of the heart even now , and I write it with ...
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... death of another bird . - Diary . March 20 , 1814 . A STORM BY SEA AND LAND . - LORD BYRON'S VALET , FLETCHER . 66 Two days ago I was nearly lost in a Turkish ship of war , * owing to the ignorance of the captain and crew , though the ...
... death of another bird . - Diary . March 20 , 1814 . A STORM BY SEA AND LAND . - LORD BYRON'S VALET , FLETCHER . 66 Two days ago I was nearly lost in a Turkish ship of war , * owing to the ignorance of the captain and crew , though the ...
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... DEATH OF MRS . BYRON . My poor mother died yesterday ! and I am on my way from town to attend her to the family vault . I heard one day of her illness , the next of her death ... DEATH OF MRS BYRON DEATH OF MRS BYRON, MATTHEWS, AND WINGFIELD.
... DEATH OF MRS . BYRON . My poor mother died yesterday ! and I am on my way from town to attend her to the family vault . I heard one day of her illness , the next of her death ... DEATH OF MRS BYRON DEATH OF MRS BYRON, MATTHEWS, AND WINGFIELD.
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... death ; and though I feel for his fate , I am still more anxious for Hobhouse , who , I very much fear , will hardly retain his senses : his letters to me since the event have been most incoherent . But let this pass ; we shall all one ...
... death ; and though I feel for his fate , I am still more anxious for Hobhouse , who , I very much fear , will hardly retain his senses : his letters to me since the event have been most incoherent . But let this pass ; we shall all one ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.