Lord Byron Vindicated: Or, Rome and Her PilgrimSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1876 - 147 psl. |
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... voice break forth , ' tis not that now I shrink from what is suffer'd : let him speak Who hath beheld decline upon my brow , Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak ; But in this page a record will I seek . Not in the air shall these ...
... voice break forth , ' tis not that now I shrink from what is suffer'd : let him speak Who hath beheld decline upon my brow , Or seen my mind's convulsion leave it weak ; But in this page a record will I seek . Not in the air shall these ...
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... , as it were , " among them but not of them , " I repaid . a am As with impaired and failing health I look back upon the Past , retracing the course that the me to voice of Conscience and of Buty impelled pursue xii AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
... , as it were , " among them but not of them , " I repaid . a am As with impaired and failing health I look back upon the Past , retracing the course that the me to voice of Conscience and of Buty impelled pursue xii AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
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Or, Rome and Her Pilgrim Elliott W. Preston. me to voice of Conscience and of Buty impelled pursue , I find nothing there which I would change again to perform my weary but not une were grateful task . nar critics . misrepresent One ...
Or, Rome and Her Pilgrim Elliott W. Preston. me to voice of Conscience and of Buty impelled pursue , I find nothing there which I would change again to perform my weary but not une were grateful task . nar critics . misrepresent One ...
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... voice to this memory shield it from the mercilessness of a living assailant . With such as these I waste no these waste no words ; since " Time ! the corrector where our judgments err , " will trace their lasting epitaphs Futurity ...
... voice to this memory shield it from the mercilessness of a living assailant . With such as these I waste no these waste no words ; since " Time ! the corrector where our judgments err , " will trace their lasting epitaphs Futurity ...
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... etc. , she has drawn the man as he appeared when freed from those murky vapors with which the malice of foes , the envy of inferiors and the voice of vulgar prejudice , strove to surround him . No juster nor xviii AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
... etc. , she has drawn the man as he appeared when freed from those murky vapors with which the malice of foes , the envy of inferiors and the voice of vulgar prejudice , strove to surround him . No juster nor xviii AUTHOR'S PREFACE .
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Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afar Age of Fable Ancient Rome beam beautiful blest blood bove breast breath bright Brutus Bulfinch Byron's Childe Harold CANTO CANTO II Circus Circus Maximus clime Coliseum dark dead deep Desolation deux doth dust Earth eternal Faerie Queene fair fame fell flower fond Genius Giaour Gibbon's Rome glories grave hath haught heart Heaven Hector Hyacinthus immortal introductory Ivy green Julius Cæsar Justice King Richard III lone Lord Lord Byron Love's Lucius Junius Brutus Mark Antony memory mighty Mind mould neath Night noble o'er pale Palinurus Passion Patroclus pieds poem poet Pompey prayer proud Rome's Scene seem'd shadow Shakespeare's Hamlet shame smote song Soul Soul's sown Spirit Stanza starr'd stars stern stone sweet tear thee thine thou art thou did'st thou shalt thou wert thy name Time's unto Victories of Julian voice waves whilst wild wind
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