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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Volume 5
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron
Affichage du livre entier - 1833
Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 2
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore
Affichage du livre entier - 1833
The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 5
Thomas Moore,Baron George Gordon Byron Byron
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Page 8 - Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso...
Page 209 - Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 118 - We must forget all feelings save the one — We must resign all passions save our purpose — We must behold no object save our country — And only look on death as beautiful, So that the sacrifice ascend to heaven And draw down freedom on her evermore.
Page 15 - Sweet hour of twilight ! — in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood...
Page 11 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate• at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Page 238 - Those names, with that avowal and the comment, I transcribed in my note-book, and spoke of the circumstance on my return. If I had published it, the gentleman in question would not have thought himself slandered, by having that recorded of him which he has so often recorded of himself.
Page 8 - Ma dimmi: al tempo de' dolci sospiri, a che e come concedette Amore che conosceste i dubbiosi desiri?
Page 4 - Per aver pace co' seguaci sui. Amor, che al cor gentil ratto s'apprende, Prese costui della bella persona Che mi fu tolta; e il modo ancor m'offende. Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona, Mi prese del costui piacer si forte, Che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona. Amor condusse noi ad una morte : Caina attende chi a vita ci spense.
Page 118 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.