Selected Poems of Lord ByronT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1893 - 279 pages |
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... human being . " He published his juvenile poems for private circula- tion in November , 1806 ; his Hours of Idleness appeared in March , 1807. At that time he weighed over two hundred pounds , but he now began a system of banting which ...
... human being . " He published his juvenile poems for private circula- tion in November , 1806 ; his Hours of Idleness appeared in March , 1807. At that time he weighed over two hundred pounds , but he now began a system of banting which ...
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... human kindness . He was advised not to go to the House of Lords lest he should be mobbed . " I was accused , " he wrote , " of every monstrous vice by public rumor and private ran- cor . . . . I felt that if what was whispered and mut ...
... human kindness . He was advised not to go to the House of Lords lest he should be mobbed . " I was accused , " he wrote , " of every monstrous vice by public rumor and private ran- cor . . . . I felt that if what was whispered and mut ...
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... human nature . The lady with a husband whom she did not love had a cavalier servente whom she did love . Byron wrote to Mr. Murray : " Their system has its rules and its fitnesses and its decorums , so as to be reduced to a kind of ...
... human nature . The lady with a husband whom she did not love had a cavalier servente whom she did love . Byron wrote to Mr. Murray : " Their system has its rules and its fitnesses and its decorums , so as to be reduced to a kind of ...
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... human life , and sounded every string on the divine harp , from its slightest to its most powerful and heart - astounding tones . " It is not surprising that some one with a cool head should retaliate , on such provoca- tion as this ...
... human life , and sounded every string on the divine harp , from its slightest to its most powerful and heart - astounding tones . " It is not surprising that some one with a cool head should retaliate , on such provoca- tion as this ...
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... human affections and duties , and in the power with which in his moments of inspi- ration he renders this joy and makes us , too , feel it ; a force greater than himself seeming to lift him and to prompt his tongue , so that he speaks ...
... human affections and duties , and in the power with which in his moments of inspi- ration he renders this joy and makes us , too , feel it ; a force greater than himself seeming to lift him and to prompt his tongue , so that he speaks ...
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Page 92 - 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 82 - Greece — but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start — for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away! Spark of that flame — perchance of heavenly birth — Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth!
Page 67 - 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?
Page 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page lvii - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Page 256 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head- and there is London Town!
Page 102 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.
Page 125 - Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Page 96 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: — Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.