The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, 1833 |
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... death bestow it on me ? Spirit . We are immortal , and do not forget ; We are eternal ; and to us the past Is , as the future , present . Art thou answer'd ? Man . Ye mock me - brought ye here -but the power which Hath made you mine ...
... death bestow it on me ? Spirit . We are immortal , and do not forget ; We are eternal ; and to us the past Is , as the future , present . Art thou answer'd ? Man . Ye mock me - brought ye here -but the power which Hath made you mine ...
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... death shall still seem near To thy wish , but as a fear ; Lo ! the spell now works around thee , And the clankless chain hath bound thee ; O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd - now wither ! SCENE II . The ...
... death shall still seem near To thy wish , but as a fear ; Lo ! the spell now works around thee , And the clankless chain hath bound thee ; O'er thy heart and brain together Hath the word been pass'd - now wither ! SCENE II . The ...
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... death- and still unslaked ! C. Hun . Why , on thy brow the seal of middle age Hath scarce been set ; I am thine elder far . Man . Think'st thou existence doth depend on time ? It doth ; but actions are our epochs : mine Have made my ...
... death- and still unslaked ! C. Hun . Why , on thy brow the seal of middle age Hath scarce been set ; I am thine elder far . Man . Think'st thou existence doth depend on time ? It doth ; but actions are our epochs : mine Have made my ...
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... Death , ( 1 ) [ This scene is one of the most poetical and most sweetly written in the poem . There is a still and delicious witchery in the tranquillity and seclusion of the place , and the celestial beauty of the being who reveals ...
... Death , ( 1 ) [ This scene is one of the most poetical and most sweetly written in the poem . There is a still and delicious witchery in the tranquillity and seclusion of the place , and the celestial beauty of the being who reveals ...
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... Death is mounted in the Apocalypse . It is neither mist nor water , but a something between both ; its immense height gives it a wave or curve , a spreading here or condensation there , wonderful and indescribable . " - Swiss Journal ...
... Death is mounted in the Apocalypse . It is neither mist nor water , but a something between both ; its immense height gives it a wave or curve , a spreading here or condensation there , wonderful and indescribable . " - Swiss Journal ...
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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 123 - I like the taxes, when they're not too many; I like a seacoal fire, when not too dear; I like a beef-steak, too, as well as any; Have no objection to a pot of beer; I like the weather, when it is not rainy, That is, I like two months of every year.
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 47 - Hear me, hear me — Astarte ! my beloved ! speak to me : I have so much endured — so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee.
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 172 - With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain. Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarred by spur or rod, A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering on, As if our faint approach to meet ; The sight renerved my courser's feet.
Page 60 - Most glorious orb! that wert a worship, ere The mystery of thy making was reveal'd! 10 Thou earliest minister of the Almighty, Which gladden'd, on their mountain tops, the hearts Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they pour'd Themselves in orisons! Thou material God! And representative of the Unknown — Who chose thee for his shadow!