The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, 1833 |
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... pain , And by thy brotherhood of Cain , I call upon thee ! and compel ( 1 ) Thyself to be thy proper Hell ! And on thy head I pour the vial Which doth devote thee to this trial ; Nor to slumber , nor to die , Shall be in thy destiny ...
... pain , And by thy brotherhood of Cain , I call upon thee ! and compel ( 1 ) Thyself to be thy proper Hell ! And on thy head I pour the vial Which doth devote thee to this trial ; Nor to slumber , nor to die , Shall be in thy destiny ...
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... pain , Canst thou be black with evil ? —say not so . Can one of gentle thoughts have wreak'd revenge Upon his enemies ? Man . Oh ! no , no , no ! My injuries came down on those who loved me On those whom I best loved : I never quell'd ...
... pain , Canst thou be black with evil ? —say not so . Can one of gentle thoughts have wreak'd revenge Upon his enemies ? Man . Oh ! no , no , no ! My injuries came down on those who loved me On those whom I best loved : I never quell'd ...
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... pain , Or joy that ends in agony or faintness In all the days of past and future , for In life there is no present , we can number How few - how less than few - wherein the soul Forbears to pant for death , and yet draws back As from a ...
... pain , Or joy that ends in agony or faintness In all the days of past and future , for In life there is no present , we can number How few - how less than few - wherein the soul Forbears to pant for death , and yet draws back As from a ...
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... pain of I know not what , until I have tried again at the third act . I am not sure that I shall try , and still less that I shall succeed if I do . " " Rome , May 5. - I have re - written the greater part , and returned what is not ...
... pain of I know not what , until I have tried again at the third act . I am not sure that I shall try , and still less that I shall succeed if I do . " " Rome , May 5. - I have re - written the greater part , and returned what is not ...
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... painful and offensive nature of the circumstance on which its distress is ultimately founded . The lyrical songs of the Spirits are too long , and not all excellent . There is something of pedantry in them now and then ; and even ...
... painful and offensive nature of the circumstance on which its distress is ultimately founded . The lyrical songs of the Spirits are too long , and not all excellent . There is something of pedantry in them now and then ; and even ...
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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!