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... past convulsions , and are tending to the future . I look upon such as inevitable , though no revolutionist : I wish to see the English constitution restored , and not destroyed . Born an aristocrat , and naturally one by temper , with ...
... past convulsions , and are tending to the future . I look upon such as inevitable , though no revolutionist : I wish to see the English constitution restored , and not destroyed . Born an aristocrat , and naturally one by temper , with ...
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... , love's regret , Endanger'd glory , life itself beset ; The joy untasted , the contempt or hate ' Gainst those who fain would triumph in our fate ; The hopeless past , the hasting future driven Too quickly xl INTRODUCTION.
... , love's regret , Endanger'd glory , life itself beset ; The joy untasted , the contempt or hate ' Gainst those who fain would triumph in our fate ; The hopeless past , the hasting future driven Too quickly xl INTRODUCTION.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Frederic Ives Carpenter. The hopeless past , the hasting future driven Too quickly on to guess if hell or heaven ; Deeds , thoughts , and words , perhaps remember'd not So keenly till that hour , but ne'er ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Frederic Ives Carpenter. The hopeless past , the hasting future driven Too quickly on to guess if hell or heaven ; Deeds , thoughts , and words , perhaps remember'd not So keenly till that hour , but ne'er ...
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... past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee loveliest , as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? CANTO THE FIRST 1812 I. OH , thou ...
... past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee loveliest , as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? CANTO THE FIRST 1812 I. OH , thou ...
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... through all he bursts his thundering way— Vain rage ! the mantle quits the conynge hand , Wraps his fierce eye -- ' tis past - he sinks upon the sand ! * * CANTO THE SECOND I. COME , blue - eyed maid 24 SELECTIONS FROM BYRON.
... through all he bursts his thundering way— Vain rage ! the mantle quits the conynge hand , Wraps his fierce eye -- ' tis past - he sinks upon the sand ! * * CANTO THE SECOND I. COME , blue - eyed maid 24 SELECTIONS FROM BYRON.
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Sida 153 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Sida 303 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Sida 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Sida 263 - 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 Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Sida 264 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Sida 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Sida 296 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Sida 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Sida 291 - 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...