Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... twas centred in yon ? * Morven ; a lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire : Gormal of snow ' is an ex- pression frequently to be found in Ossian . + This will not appear extraordinary to those who have been accustomed to the mountains ; it is ...
... twas centred in yon ? * Morven ; a lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire : Gormal of snow ' is an ex- pression frequently to be found in Ossian . + This will not appear extraordinary to those who have been accustomed to the mountains ; it is ...
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... twas duly drank by me : It hails the nuptials of thy son ; Now will I claim a pledge from thee . While all around is mirth and joy , " To bless thy Allan's happy lot , Say , hadst thou ne'er another boy ? Say , why should Oscar be ...
... twas duly drank by me : It hails the nuptials of thy son ; Now will I claim a pledge from thee . While all around is mirth and joy , " To bless thy Allan's happy lot , Say , hadst thou ne'er another boy ? Say , why should Oscar be ...
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... Twas now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Bootes , only , seemed to roll His Arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 69.
... Twas now the hour when Night had driven Her car half round yon sable heaven ; Bootes , only , seemed to roll His Arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 69.
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... Twas his , with beauty , valour's gifts to share , A soul heroic , as his form was fair : These burn with one pure flame of generous love , In peace , in war , united still they move ; Friendship and glory form their joint reward , And ...
... Twas his , with beauty , valour's gifts to share , A soul heroic , as his form was fair : These burn with one pure flame of generous love , In peace , in war , united still they move ; Friendship and glory form their joint reward , And ...
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... which rolled on me , Can now no more my love recall ; In truth , dear L , ' twas time to flee , For Cora's eye will shine on all . And though the Sun , with genial rays , His THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 101.
... which rolled on me , Can now no more my love recall ; In truth , dear L , ' twas time to flee , For Cora's eye will shine on all . And though the Sun , with genial rays , His THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 101.
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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.