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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Page xvii
... less lonely for a crowd - he was , if we may credit his own accounts ( which his now sage companions do not disavow ) — " Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; Few earthly things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal ...
... less lonely for a crowd - he was , if we may credit his own accounts ( which his now sage companions do not disavow ) — " Sore given to revel and ungodly glee ; Few earthly things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal ...
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... less astounding . There was something so boyish , even to the last , in Byron's character , —there was so much about him of promise , even when he had most per- formed , that the idea of his death could , I think , have hardly occurred ...
... less astounding . There was something so boyish , even to the last , in Byron's character , —there was so much about him of promise , even when he had most per- formed , that the idea of his death could , I think , have hardly occurred ...
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... less pointed than his awl , Leaves his snug shop , forsakes his store of shoes , St. Crispin quits , and cobbles for ... less force- just as much verse , but no immorality - a divorce and a duel or two , the which had he survived , as ...
... less pointed than his awl , Leaves his snug shop , forsakes his store of shoes , St. Crispin quits , and cobbles for ... less force- just as much verse , but no immorality - a divorce and a duel or two , the which had he survived , as ...
Page 68
... less kind they had been more candid . Returning , therefore , to all and each my best thanks for their liberality , on one point up in the Archipelago . I don't think it is well known in England ; De Montbron is the author . " - P . E ...
... less kind they had been more candid . Returning , therefore , to all and each my best thanks for their liberality , on one point up in the Archipelago . I don't think it is well known in England ; De Montbron is the author . " - P . E ...
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... Less cold , less dead than I , and think and weep alone . ' ” ” —L . E. ( 1 ) The temple of Jupiter Olympias , of which sixteen columns , entirely of marble , yet survive : originally there were one hundred and fifty . These columns ...
... Less cold , less dead than I , and think and weep alone . ' ” ” —L . E. ( 1 ) The temple of Jupiter Olympias , of which sixteen columns , entirely of marble , yet survive : originally there were one hundred and fifty . These columns ...
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Page 259 - 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...
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 - 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 146 - 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: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
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 113 - 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 298 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 134 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Page 282 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 281 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came That bird was...