The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed. Containing, Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore, Walter Scott, Campbell &c., Considerable Additions and Original Notes. To which is Prefixed a Life by Thomas MooreJ. Baer, 1846 |
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... fate of his descendants . With his young heir in Scotland he held no communication what- ever ; and if at any time he happened to mention him , which but rarely occurred , it was never under any other designation than that of " the ...
... fate of his descendants . With his young heir in Scotland he held no communication what- ever ; and if at any time he happened to mention him , which but rarely occurred , it was never under any other designation than that of " the ...
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... fate . But , while this defect was such a source of morti - works requiring the public attention . You will see fication to his spirit , it was also , and in an equal this when it comes out ; —it is , I understand , of the degree ...
... fate . But , while this defect was such a source of morti - works requiring the public attention . You will see fication to his spirit , it was also , and in an equal this when it comes out ; —it is , I understand , of the degree ...
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... fate with mournful sympathy ; while , if safe in the tran- quil haven of faith , they would look with pity on one who was still a wanderer . Besides , erring and dark as might be his views at that moment , there were circumstances in ...
... fate with mournful sympathy ; while , if safe in the tran- quil haven of faith , they would look with pity on one who was still a wanderer . Besides , erring and dark as might be his views at that moment , there were circumstances in ...
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... fate of these effusions , my expectations are by no means sanguine . It is probable that I may have dared much , and done little ; for , in the words of Cowper , " it is one thing to write what may please our friends , who , because ...
... fate of these effusions , my expectations are by no means sanguine . It is probable that I may have dared much , and done little ; for , in the words of Cowper , " it is one thing to write what may please our friends , who , because ...
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... fate , Since title deck'd my higher birth ! Yet envy not this gaudy state ; Thine is the pride of modest worth . Our souls at least congenial meet , Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of ...
... fate , Since title deck'd my higher birth ! Yet envy not this gaudy state ; Thine is the pride of modest worth . Our souls at least congenial meet , Nor can thy lot my rank disgrace ; Our intercourse is not less sweet , Since worth of ...
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Page 283 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 126 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 126 - 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 162 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ! Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 135 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, —'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 162 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...
Page 162 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Page 163 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Page 158 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low- — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 126 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!