The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Volume 1 |
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... whole . I questioned him why he had altered his declamation . He declared he had made no alteration , and did not know , in speaking , that he had deviated from it one letter . I believed him ; and , from a knowledge of his temperament ...
... whole . I questioned him why he had altered his declamation . He declared he had made no alteration , and did not know , in speaking , that he had deviated from it one letter . I believed him ; and , from a knowledge of his temperament ...
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... whole , as safe in one It was in the beginning of April , 1823 , that the noble subject of this memoir received a visit from Mr. Blaquiere , then on his road to the Morea . Almost immediately afterwards , he entered into correspond ...
... whole , as safe in one It was in the beginning of April , 1823 , that the noble subject of this memoir received a visit from Mr. Blaquiere , then on his road to the Morea . Almost immediately afterwards , he entered into correspond ...
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... whole of these proceedings , but Mr. Moore's seems the best authenticated . came stronger than before . On the 17th , the bleed- ing was repeated , but the inflammation on the head hourly increased . On the 18th Lord Byron rose , and ...
... whole of these proceedings , but Mr. Moore's seems the best authenticated . came stronger than before . On the 17th , the bleed- ing was repeated , but the inflammation on the head hourly increased . On the 18th Lord Byron rose , and ...
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... whole popula- tion , the most precious portion of his honoured remains was carried to the church where lie the bodies of Marco Botzaris and of General Normann . The coffin was a rude ill - constructed chest of wood ; a black mantle ...
... whole popula- tion , the most precious portion of his honoured remains was carried to the church where lie the bodies of Marco Botzaris and of General Normann . The coffin was a rude ill - constructed chest of wood ; a black mantle ...
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... whole machine - in this place at least - at my own cost : but let the Greeks only suc- ceed , and I don't care for myself . " The vulgar recklessness for money , which distin- guished his early career , passed away , no doubt , in later ...
... whole machine - in this place at least - at my own cost : but let the Greeks only suc- ceed , and I don't care for myself . " The vulgar recklessness for money , which distin- guished his early career , passed away , no doubt , in later ...
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Page 146 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime. The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 113 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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!
Page 147 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 127 - 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 142 - 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 121 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Page 88 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 279 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 136 - 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. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Page 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...