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... young girl of the name of Mary Duff . So genuine had been this early love , that even in 1813 , when he was twenty - five years of age , he confesses that the news of Mary Duff's marriage was like " a thunderstroke , -it nearly choked ...
... young girl of the name of Mary Duff . So genuine had been this early love , that even in 1813 , when he was twenty - five years of age , he confesses that the news of Mary Duff's marriage was like " a thunderstroke , -it nearly choked ...
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... young lady , Miss Chaworth , the heiress of Annesley , an extensive estate in the neighbourhood of his patrimonial mansion . His senior by two years , and gifted with both beauty and intelligence , she was calculated to have redeemed ...
... young lady , Miss Chaworth , the heiress of Annesley , an extensive estate in the neighbourhood of his patrimonial mansion . His senior by two years , and gifted with both beauty and intelligence , she was calculated to have redeemed ...
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... young man of no ordi- nary promise , he was eccentric , profuse , and , in school language , idle . Signally a fast young man , he differed from his associates only in being often clouded in melancholy , and probably struggling with ...
... young man of no ordi- nary promise , he was eccentric , profuse , and , in school language , idle . Signally a fast young man , he differed from his associates only in being often clouded in melancholy , and probably struggling with ...
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... young lady in Hastings made an entry in her diary , con- taining a solemn prayer for one very clearly pointed out as Lord Byron . She afterwards married a Mr Sheppard , in Dorsetshire , and died in 1819. Two years afterwards , that ...
... young lady in Hastings made an entry in her diary , con- taining a solemn prayer for one very clearly pointed out as Lord Byron . She afterwards married a Mr Sheppard , in Dorsetshire , and died in 1819. Two years afterwards , that ...
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... young Lady , 338 Love's last Adieu , 339 Damętas , 340 To Marion , 341 To a Lady , 342 Oscar of Alva , 343 The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus , 350 Translation from the Medea of Euripides 358 Thoughts suggested by a College Examination ...
... young Lady , 338 Love's last Adieu , 339 Damętas , 340 To Marion , 341 To a Lady , 342 Oscar of Alva , 343 The Episode of Nisus and Euryalus , 350 Translation from the Medea of Euripides 358 Thoughts suggested by a College Examination ...
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Page 219 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 565 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 452 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 309 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 641 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
Page 172 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a.
Page 643 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
Page 221 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 74 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
Page 299 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.