Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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Page vii
... Heaven and Earth . Translation of Pulci's Morgante Moggiore . 639 CHAPTER XIV . Age of Bronze . The Island . Mutiny of the crew of the Bounty . The Deformed Transformed . Letter from Goethe to Mr. Medwin on the genius of Lord Byron ...
... Heaven and Earth . Translation of Pulci's Morgante Moggiore . 639 CHAPTER XIV . Age of Bronze . The Island . Mutiny of the crew of the Bounty . The Deformed Transformed . Letter from Goethe to Mr. Medwin on the genius of Lord Byron ...
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... Heaven the soul he held on earth : While man , vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven , And claims himself a sole exclusive Heaven ! Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour , Debased by slavery , or corrupt by power , Who knows thee well ...
... Heaven the soul he held on earth : While man , vain insect ! hopes to be forgiven , And claims himself a sole exclusive Heaven ! Oh , man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour , Debased by slavery , or corrupt by power , Who knows thee well ...
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... Heaven , Such victims wallow on the gory ground . There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse , Noisome and ghast , defiles thy sacred sod ; O'er mingling man , and horse commixed with horse , Corruption's heap , the savage spoilers ...
... Heaven , Such victims wallow on the gory ground . There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse , Noisome and ghast , defiles thy sacred sod ; O'er mingling man , and horse commixed with horse , Corruption's heap , the savage spoilers ...
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... And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn , And villager abroad at early toil . But , lo ! the sun appears ! and heaven , earth , ocean , smile . And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb , 36 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
... And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn , And villager abroad at early toil . But , lo ! the sun appears ! and heaven , earth , ocean , smile . And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb , 36 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
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... heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For , did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister lights would scarce appear ; Even suns , which systems now control , Would twinkle dimly ...
... heaven ; But they would ne'er permit thee there , Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven . For , did those eyes as planets roll , Thy sister lights would scarce appear ; Even suns , which systems now control , Would twinkle dimly ...
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Page 558 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Page 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Page 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still?
Page 697 - 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.
Page 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.