Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... thee well must quit thee with disgust , Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust , thy friendship all a cheat , Thy smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee ...
... thee well must quit thee with disgust , Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust , thy friendship all a cheat , Thy smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee ...
Pagina 13
... thee , dark pile ! departs the chief ; His feudal realm in other regions lay ; In thee the wounded conscience courts relief , Retiring from the garish blaze of day . Yes , in thy gloomy cells and shades profound , The monk abjured a ...
... thee , dark pile ! departs the chief ; His feudal realm in other regions lay ; In thee the wounded conscience courts relief , Retiring from the garish blaze of day . Yes , in thy gloomy cells and shades profound , The monk abjured a ...
Pagina 17
... thee to the gilded domes Or gewgaw grottos of the vainly great ; Yet lingers ' mid thy damp and mossy tombs , Nor breathes a murmur ' gainst the will of Fale . Haply thy sun , emerging , yet may shine , Thee to irradiate with meridian ...
... thee to the gilded domes Or gewgaw grottos of the vainly great ; Yet lingers ' mid thy damp and mossy tombs , Nor breathes a murmur ' gainst the will of Fale . Haply thy sun , emerging , yet may shine , Thee to irradiate with meridian ...
Pagina 46
... thee shone , She fear'd that , too divine for earth , The skies might claim thee for their own ; — Therefore , to guard her dearest work , Lest angels might dispute the prize , She bade a secret lightning lurk Within those once ...
... thee shone , She fear'd that , too divine for earth , The skies might claim thee for their own ; — Therefore , to guard her dearest work , Lest angels might dispute the prize , She bade a secret lightning lurk Within those once ...
Pagina 47
... thee who behold thee ; Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought ; But , placed in all thy charms before me , All I forget but to adore thee . Oh , Memory ! thou choicest blessing , When join'd with hope , when ...
... thee who behold thee ; Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought ; But , placed in all thy charms before me , All I forget but to adore thee . Oh , Memory ! thou choicest blessing , When join'd with hope , when ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Volledige weergave - 1825 |
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Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.