With Byron in Italy; Being a Selection of the Poems and Letter of Lord Byron Which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ... Carnival is about to begin, and I saw about two or three hundred people at the Marquis Cavalli's the other evening, with as much youth, beauty, and diamonds among the women, as ever averaged in the like number. My appearance in waiting on the Guiccioli was considered as a thing of course. The Marquis is her uncle, and naturally considered me as her relation. The paper is out, and so is the letter. Pray write. Address to Venice, whence the letters will be forwarded. Yours, etc., B. TO EICHAED BELGEAVE HOPPNEE Ravenna, January 20, 1820. I have not decided anything about remaining at Eavenna. I may stay a day, a week, a year, all my life; but all this depends upon what I can neither see nor foresee. I came because I was called, and will go the moment that I, perceive what may render my departure proper. My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close to such liaisons; but "time and the hour" must decide upon what I do. I can as yet say nothing, because I hardly know anything beyond what I have told you. I wrote to you last post for my moveables, as there is 1 Byron and Teresa had read " Corinne" together on the occasion of his visit the preceding summer. no getting a lodging with a chair or table here ready; and as I have already some things of the sort at Bologna, I have directed them to be moved; and wish the like to be done with those of Venice, that I may at least get out of the Albergo Imperiale, which is imperial in all true sense of the epithet.... The snow is a foot deep here. There is a theatre, and opera, --the Barber of Seville. Balls begin on Monday next. Pay the porter for never looking after the gate, and ship my chattels, and let me know, or let Castelli let me...