The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 11 |
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... Witch Drama , ' I repeat , that I have not an idea if it is good or bad . If bad , it must , on no account , be risked in publication ; if good , it is at your service . I value it at three hundred guineas , or less , if you like it ...
... Witch Drama , ' I repeat , that I have not an idea if it is good or bad . If bad , it must , on no account , be risked in publication ; if good , it is at your service . I value it at three hundred guineas , or less , if you like it ...
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... WITCH OF THE ALPS . ARIMANES . NEMESIS . THE DESTINIES . SPIRITS , & c . The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps - partly in the Castle of Manfred , and partly in the Mountains . MANFRED . ACT I. SCENE I. MANFRED alone . Scene ...
... WITCH OF THE ALPS . ARIMANES . NEMESIS . THE DESTINIES . SPIRITS , & c . The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps - partly in the Castle of Manfred , and partly in the Mountains . MANFRED . ACT I. SCENE I. MANFRED alone . Scene ...
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... WITCH OF THE ALPS rises beneath the arch of the sun- bow of the torrent . Beautiful Spirit ! with thy hair of light , And dazzling eyes of glory , in whose form The charms of earth's least mortal daughters grow To an unearthly stature ...
... WITCH OF THE ALPS rises beneath the arch of the sun- bow of the torrent . Beautiful Spirit ! with thy hair of light , And dazzling eyes of glory , in whose form The charms of earth's least mortal daughters grow To an unearthly stature ...
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... Witch . Son of Earth ! I know thee , and the powers which give thee power ; I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have expected this - what would'st ...
... Witch . Son of Earth ! I know thee , and the powers which give thee power ; I know thee for a man of many thoughts , And deeds of good and ill , extreme in both , Fatal and fated in thy sufferings . I have expected this - what would'st ...
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... Witch . What could be the quest Which is not in the power of the most powerful , The rulers of the invisible ? Man . A boon ; But why should I repeat it ? ' twere in vain . Witch . I know not that ; let thy lips utter it . Man . Well ...
... Witch . What could be the quest Which is not in the power of the most powerful , The rulers of the invisible ? Man . A boon ; But why should I repeat it ? ' twere in vain . Witch . I know not that ; let thy lips utter it . Man . Well ...
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Page 35 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Page 29 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 66 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page 21 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mixed essence, make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Page 23 - Ye toppling crags of ice ! Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me ! I hear ye momently above, beneath, • Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass, And only fall on things that still would live ; On the young flourishing forest, or the hut And hamlet of the harmless villager.
Page 59 - This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos— Light and Darkness— And mind and dust— and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end or order,— All dormant or destructive.
Page 60 - Themselves in orisons ! Thou material God ! And representative of the Unknown — Who chose thee for his shadow ! Thou chief star ! Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays...
Page 12 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Page 70 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Page 54 - Old man ! there is no power in holy men, Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast, Nor agony — nor, greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep despair. Which is remorse without the fear of hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of heaven — can exorcise From out the...