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Lord Byron. [A poem.] With remarks on his genius and character
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1831
Lord Byron: With Remarks on His Genius and Character
Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1831
Lord Byron [A Poem] with Remarks on His Genius and Character
Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016
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Sida 21 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Sida xi - ... its first plan ; to find what was first projected, whence the scheme was taken, how it was improved, by what assistance it was executed, and from what stores the materials were collected ; whether its founder dug them from the quarries of Nature, or demolished other buildings to embellish his own.
Sida 28 - Philosophy and science, and the springs Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, I have essay'd, and in my mind there is A power to make these subject to itself — But they avail not...
Sida 23 - Ye Elements, in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted, can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot...
Sida 28 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Sida 26 - I shall here conclude, — that, through life, with all his faults, he never lost a friend; — that those about him in his youth, whether as companions, teachers, or servants, remained attached to him to the last; — that the woman, to whom he gave the love of his maturer years, idolizes his name; and that, with a single unhappy exception, scarce an instance is to be found of any one, once brought, however briefly, into relations of amity with him, that did not feel towards him a kind regard in...
Sida 38 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest...
Sida 31 - Every body is acquainted with the beneficent acts of his lordship, and none can cease to hail his name as that of a real benefactor. " Until, therefore, the final determination of the National Government be known, and by virtue of the powers with which it has been pleased to invest me, I hereby decree : 1st.
Sida 32 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee?
Sida 32 - Was Freedom's home, or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be That this is all remains of thee ? Approach, thou craven crouching slave : Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh, servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? The gulf, the rock of Salamis ! These scenes, their story not unknown.