 | John Morley - Authors, English - 1894 - 468 pages
...will see these two words, and no more, put over me. I trust they won't think of pickling and bringing me home to Clod, or Blunderbuss Hall. I am sure my...grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country." Hunt's view is, in this as in other subtle respects, nearer the truth than Moore's; for with all Byron's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1899 - 592 pages
...of • pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall ' [see The Rivals, act v. sc. 3]. I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country." In this halfhumorous outburst he deprecates, or pretends to deprecate, the fate which actually awaited... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1900 - 544 pages
...over me. I trust they won't think of "pickling, and bringing me home " to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall." 1 I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave,...the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcase back to your soil. I would... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1900 - 612 pages
...for a twin, among the few allies our wars have I(-ft us.' Eight years later he wrote to Murray : ' I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave or my clay mix with the earth of that country.' Byron was so English, English even in that, in its lofty petulance ; and he had the characteristically... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1839 - 808 pages
...sec those two words, and no more, put over me. I trust they won't think of ' picklins, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall.' • I am sure...the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil. I would... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1922 - 548 pages
...over me. I trust they won't think of "pickling, and bringing me home " to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall." l I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave,...the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcase back to your soil. I would... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1922 - 584 pages
...think of 'pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall' [see The Rivals, act v. sc. 3]. I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country." In this halfhumorous outburst he deprecates, or pretends to deprecate, the fate which actually awaited... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Poets, English - 1905 - 458 pages
...see those two words, and no more, put over me. I trust they won't think of "pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall." I am sure my...the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil. I would... | |
 | Georg Morris Cohen Brandes - 1905 - 392 pages
...being taken back as a corpse. " I trust," he writes, " they won't think of ' pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall.' I am sure my...the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your soil. I would... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Italy - 1906 - 488 pages
...trust they won't think of "pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall." I am sure iny bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay...the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends o 0 3 = & would be base enough to convey my carcase back to your soil.... | |
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I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would drive me mad on my deathbed, could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to your... 
