The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Volume 7 |
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Pagina 14
... dear : to die Is nothing ; but to wither thus - to tame My mind down from its own infinity— To live in narrow ways with little men , A common sight to every common eye , A wanderer , while even wolves can find a den , Ripp'd from all ...
... dear : to die Is nothing ; but to wither thus - to tame My mind down from its own infinity— To live in narrow ways with little men , A common sight to every common eye , A wanderer , while even wolves can find a den , Ripp'd from all ...
Pagina 41
... dear , Thy pride , thy wealth , thy freedom , and even that , The most infernal of all evils here , The sway of petty tyrants in a state ; For such sway is not limited to kings , And demagogues yield to them but in date , As swept off ...
... dear , Thy pride , thy wealth , thy freedom , and even that , The most infernal of all evils here , The sway of petty tyrants in a state ; For such sway is not limited to kings , And demagogues yield to them but in date , As swept off ...
Pagina 86
... dear ally , Can spare a few to fight and sometimes fly . Oh glorious field ! by famine fiercely won , The Gaul retires for once , and all is done ! But when did Pallas teach that one retreat Retrieved three 86 THE CURSE OF MINERVA .
... dear ally , Can spare a few to fight and sometimes fly . Oh glorious field ! by famine fiercely won , The Gaul retires for once , and all is done ! But when did Pallas teach that one retreat Retrieved three 86 THE CURSE OF MINERVA .
Pagina 93
... dear to the artist , the historian , the antiquary , all depend on the will of an arbitrary sovereign ; and that will is in- fluenced too often by interest or vanity , by a nephew or a sycophant . Is a new palace to be erected ( at Rome ) ...
... dear to the artist , the historian , the antiquary , all depend on the will of an arbitrary sovereign ; and that will is in- fluenced too often by interest or vanity , by a nephew or a sycophant . Is a new palace to be erected ( at Rome ) ...
Pagina 101
... dear , of death ! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier ! What sighs re - echo'd to thy parting breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's ...
... dear , of death ! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour'd bier ! What sighs re - echo'd to thy parting breath , Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs Could tears retard the tyrant in his course ; Could sighs avert his dart's ...
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abbot Alhama bard beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom Bowles Bowles's breast breath brow Calmar catholic CATULLUS chief clime Cortana dare dark dead dear death deeds dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review envy falchion fame fate fear feel fire foes gaze gentle glory glow hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven hero honour hope hour Jack Shephard king live Lochlin Lord Byron lyre mind Morgante MORGANTE MAGGIORE Morven mountain mourn muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Nisus and Euryalus noble Note numbers o'er once Orla Orlando Oscar Pallas perchance Phidias poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise pride rhyme rise scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh sleep smile song soul Spain spirit STANZAS sweet tears thee thine thing thou art thought throne tomb translation tremble verse voice wave weep wing youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 298 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Pagina 279 - 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.
Pagina 399 - WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
Pagina 312 - Where had been heaped a mass of holy things For an unholy usage ; they raked up, And shivering scraped, with their cold skeleton hands, The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery ; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shrieked, and died — Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend.
Pagina 305 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all : upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously — his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Pagina 288 - ... should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath! Thou who art bearing my buckler and bow, Should the soldiers of Saul look away from the foe, Stretch me that moment in blood at thy feet ! Mine be the doom which they dared not to meet. Farewell to others, but never we part, Heir to my royalty, son of my heart ! Bright is the diadem, boundless the sway, Or kingly the death, which awaits...
Pagina 238 - to shake off toil and trouble, And quit his books for fear of growing double;ģi Who, both by precept and example, shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose...
Pagina 315 - Titan ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise, What was thy pity's recompense? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Pagina 438 - Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Pagina 291 - Shall it survey, shall it recall : Each fainter trace that memory holds So darkly of departed years, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all, that was, at once appears.