The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 11 |
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... Mortal ! to thy bidding bow'd , From my mansion in the cloud , Which the breath of twilight builds , And the summer's sunset gilds With the azure and vermilion , Which is mix'd for my pavilion ; ( 1 ) Though thy quest may be forbidden ...
... Mortal ! to thy bidding bow'd , From my mansion in the cloud , Which the breath of twilight builds , And the summer's sunset gilds With the azure and vermilion , Which is mix'd for my pavilion ; ( 1 ) Though thy quest may be forbidden ...
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... mortal daughters grow To an unearthly stature , in an essence Of purer elements ; while the hues of youth , — Carnation'd like a sleeping infant's cheek , Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart , Or the rose tints , which summer's ...
... mortal daughters grow To an unearthly stature , in an essence Of purer elements ; while the hues of youth , — Carnation'd like a sleeping infant's cheek , Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart , Or the rose tints , which summer's ...
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... mortal here -- I dwell in my despair- And live - and live for ever . Witch . That I can aid thee . Man . It may be To do this thy power Must wake the dead , or lay me low with them . Do so - in any shape - in hour- any With any torture ...
... mortal here -- I dwell in my despair- And live - and live for ever . Witch . That I can aid thee . Man . It may be To do this thy power Must wake the dead , or lay me low with them . Do so - in any shape - in hour- any With any torture ...
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... mortal trod , we nightly tread , And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea , The glassy ocean of the mountain ice , We skim its rugged breakers , which put on The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam , Frozen in a moment ( 1 ) —a dead ...
... mortal trod , we nightly tread , And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea , The glassy ocean of the mountain ice , We skim its rugged breakers , which put on The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam , Frozen in a moment ( 1 ) —a dead ...
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... mortal ! -Thou most rash and fatal wretch , Bow down and worship ! Second Spirit . I do know the man- A Magian of great power , and fearful skill ! Third Spirit . Bow down and worship , slave ! - What , know'st thou not Thine and our ...
... mortal ! -Thou most rash and fatal wretch , Bow down and worship ! Second Spirit . I do know the man- A Magian of great power , and fearful skill ! Third Spirit . Bow down and worship , slave ! - What , know'st thou not Thine and our ...
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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...