The Works of Lord Byron, Volym 2J. Murray, 1823 |
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... reflections ; and for the whole of the notes , excepting a few of the shortest , I am in- debted to yourself , and these were necessarily limited to the elucidation of the text . It is also a delicate , and no very grateful 6 DEDICATION .
... reflections ; and for the whole of the notes , excepting a few of the shortest , I am in- debted to yourself , and these were necessarily limited to the elucidation of the text . It is also a delicate , and no very grateful 6 DEDICATION .
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... on , And not the whole combined and countless throng Compose a mind like thine ? though all in one Condensed their scatter'd rays , they would not form a sun . XL . Great as thou art , yet parallel'd by 30 CANTO IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... on , And not the whole combined and countless throng Compose a mind like thine ? though all in one Condensed their scatter'd rays , they would not form a sun . XL . Great as thou art , yet parallel'd by 30 CANTO IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... whole earth reign'd , The Roman globe , for after none sustain'd , But yielded back his conquests : -he was more Than a mere Alexander , and , unstain'd With household blood and wine , serenely wore His sovereign virtues — still we ...
... whole earth reign'd , The Roman globe , for after none sustain'd , But yielded back his conquests : -he was more Than a mere Alexander , and , unstain'd With household blood and wine , serenely wore His sovereign virtues — still we ...
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... whole ; And as the ocean many bays will make , That ask the eye - so here condense thy soul To more immediate objects , and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart Its eloquent proportions , and unroll In mighty ...
... whole ; And as the ocean many bays will make , That ask the eye - so here condense thy soul To more immediate objects , and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart Its eloquent proportions , and unroll In mighty ...
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... whole strophe as the object of the poem altered . " On the whole , however , the sounds were hoarse and screaming : they seemed , in the manner of all rude unci- vilized men , to make the excellency of their singing in the force of ...
... whole strophe as the object of the poem altered . " On the whole , however , the sounds were hoarse and screaming : they seemed , in the manner of all rude unci- vilized men , to make the excellency of their singing in the force of ...
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Sida 271 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Sida 81 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Sida 96 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Sida 96 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Sida 198 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Sida 60 - There is a stern round tower of other days,' Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Sida 83 - When the light shines serene but doth not glare, Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have trod this spot — 'tis on their dust ye tread. " While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Sida 196 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Sida 225 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Sida 197 - Hers is the loveliness in death. That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's...