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Page 43 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 41 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would — MAN. Look on me ! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death ; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts ; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of...
Page 51 - 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 15 - There is a power upon me which withholds, And makes it my fatality to live ; If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased SYRON.
Page 13 - And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized thee with a curse ; And a spirit of the air Hath begirt thee with a snare ; In the wind there is a voice Shall forbid thee to rejoice ; And to thee shall Night deny All the quiet of her sky ; And the day shall have a sun, Which shall make thee wish it done.
Page 131 - Softened with the first breathings of the spring; The high moon sails upon her beauteous way, Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces, Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly fronts, Fraught with the orient spoil of many marbles, Like altars ranged along the broad canal, Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed Reared up from out the waters...
Page 6 - The lamp must be replenish'd, but even then It will not burn so long as I must watch : My slumbers — if I slumber— are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not : in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within ; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.
Page 10 - Slaves, scoff not at my will ! The mind, the spirit, the Promethean spark, The lightning of my being, is as bright, Pervading, and far darting as your own, And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay ! Answer, or I will teach you what I am.
Page 25 - 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 hod 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.