Letters and Journals of Lord Byron: With Notices of His Life, 1 tomasA. and W. Galignani, 1830 - 512 psl. |
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Letters and Journals of Lord Byron, with Notices of His Life, by ..., 1 tomas George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Visos knygos peržiūra - 1830 |
The Letters and Journals of Lord Byron– With Notices of His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Visos knygos peržiūra - 1875 |
The Letters and Journals of Lord Byron– With Notices of His Life George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Visos knygos peržiūra - 1875 |
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277 psl. - With regard to poetry in general ', I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us — Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another ; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems, not worth a damn in itself, and from which none but Rogers and Crabbe are free ; and that the present and next generations will finally be of this opinion.
236 psl. - ... neither the music of the Shepherd, the crashing of the Avalanche, nor the torrent, the mountain, the Glacier, the Forest, nor the Cloud, have for one moment lightened the weight upon my heart, nor enabled me to lose my own wretched identity in the majesty, and the power, and the Glory, around, above, and beneath me.
255 psl. - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
365 psl. - ... man, except man himself, who has always been, and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment.
76 psl. - The immediate distance is not above a mile, but the current renders it hazardous ; — so much so that I doubt whether Leander's conjugal affection must not have been a little chilled in his passage to Paradise. I attempted it a week ago, and failed, — owing to the north wind, and the wonderful rapidity of the tide, — though I have been from my childhood a strong swimmer. But, this morning being calmer, I succeeded, and crossed the " broad Hellespont
364 psl. - ... feudal ages — artificial and unnatural. They ought to mind home — and be well fed and clothed — but not mixed in society. Well educated, too, in religion — but to read neither poetry nor politics — nothing but books of piety and cookery. Music — drawing — dancing — also a little gardening and ploughing now and then. I have seen them mending the roads in Epirus with good success. Why not, as well as haymaking and milking?
273 psl. - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
290 psl. - That she had a sufficient regard for me in her wild way, I had many reasons to believe. I will mention one. In the autumn, one day, going to the Lido with my Gondoliers, we were overtaken by a heavy Squall, and the Gondola put in peril — hats blown away, boat filling, oar lost, tumbling sea, thunder, rain in torrents, night coming, and wind increasing.
349 psl. - I perceive that in Germany, as well as in ' Italy, there is a great struggle about what they call ' " Classical " and " Romantic," — terms which were not ' subjects of classification in England, at least when I ' left it four or five years ago.
333 psl. - Kiss'd my mouth, trembling in the act all over: Accursed was the book and he who wrote! That day no further leaf we did uncover.