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... admira- tion which his person excited in the females of Otaheite , during Cook's First Voyage , was long the subject of raillery both in private and public . are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather ADDITION TO THE PREFACE 5.
... admira- tion which his person excited in the females of Otaheite , during Cook's First Voyage , was long the subject of raillery both in private and public . are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather ADDITION TO THE PREFACE 5.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deep- ened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deep- ened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up ...
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... soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none did love him : though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far ...
... soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which he could not control . IX . And none did love him : though to hall and bower He gather'd revellers from far ...
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... soul . XXV . Convention is the dwarfish demon styled That foil'd the knights in Marialva's dome : Of brains ( if brains they had ) he them beguiled , And turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's ...
... soul . XXV . Convention is the dwarfish demon styled That foil'd the knights in Marialva's dome : Of brains ( if brains they had ) he them beguiled , And turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's ...
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... soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl . Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage ; And 32 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... soul : Again he rouses from his moping fits , But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl . Onward he flies , nor fix'd as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage ; And 32 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
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Page 160 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 269 - 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 271 - 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 162 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 125 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise...
Page 269 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 249 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Page 157 - 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 124 - 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.
Page 195 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!