Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... honour fail to crown my clay , Oh ! may no other fame my deeds repay : That , only that , shall single out the spot ; By that remembered , or with that forgot . BYRON . London : JAMES ROBINS AND CO . IVY LANE , PATERNOSTER ROW ; AND ...
... honour fail to crown my clay , Oh ! may no other fame my deeds repay : That , only that , shall single out the spot ; By that remembered , or with that forgot . BYRON . London : JAMES ROBINS AND CO . IVY LANE , PATERNOSTER ROW ; AND ...
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... honours at Missolonghi . Oration delivered over the body , by M. Spiridon Tricoupi . Arrival of the body in England . Interment of the body in the family vault at Hucknell church . Inscription on the coffin . Mr. Parry's account of the ...
... honours at Missolonghi . Oration delivered over the body , by M. Spiridon Tricoupi . Arrival of the body in England . Interment of the body in the family vault at Hucknell church . Inscription on the coffin . Mr. Parry's account of the ...
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... honour ; a firm and warm - hearted friend ; a fervent lover of real liberty ; and a patron of true merit and sound ... honours which his memory deserves may be ren- dered to it universally , the following concise account of his life and ...
... honour ; a firm and warm - hearted friend ; a fervent lover of real liberty ; and a patron of true merit and sound ... honours which his memory deserves may be ren- dered to it universally , the following concise account of his life and ...
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... honours of his house then descended on his brother , Roger de Burun , who seemed also to be smitten with the family passion for giving to the Church some portion of their property ; for , in the reign of Henry II . he ap- pears to have ...
... honours of his house then descended on his brother , Roger de Burun , who seemed also to be smitten with the family passion for giving to the Church some portion of their property ; for , in the reign of Henry II . he ap- pears to have ...
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... honours none you wish to mourn ; To mark a friend's remains these stones arise- I never knew but one , and here he lies ! ' ( Sir John Byron , the first possessor of the ... honour of knighthood in 1579 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
... honours none you wish to mourn ; To mark a friend's remains these stones arise- I never knew but one , and here he lies ! ' ( Sir John Byron , the first possessor of the ... honour of knighthood in 1579 THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON .
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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.