The Works of Lord Byron, Tom 3Carey, 1843 |
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... Thoughts suggested by a College Examination , 315 To the Earl of 317 Answer to some elegant Verses sent by a Friend to the Author , complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn , 320 Granta- A medley , 321 Lachin ...
... Thoughts suggested by a College Examination , 315 To the Earl of 317 Answer to some elegant Verses sent by a Friend to the Author , complaining that one of his descriptions was rather too warmly drawn , 320 Granta- A medley , 321 Lachin ...
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... the Muse , 590 To an Oak at Newstead , 591 Lines , on hearing that Lady Byron was ill , Stanzas , " Could Love for ever , " Stanzas to a Hindoo Air , • 592 504 596 Drawn by H. Richter , A.Dick.se. HE . THOUGHT ABOUT CONTENTS .
... the Muse , 590 To an Oak at Newstead , 591 Lines , on hearing that Lady Byron was ill , Stanzas , " Could Love for ever , " Stanzas to a Hindoo Air , • 592 504 596 Drawn by H. Richter , A.Dick.se. HE . THOUGHT ABOUT CONTENTS .
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... THOUGHT ABOUT HIMSELF , AND THE WHOLE EARTH , OF MAN THE WONDERFUL , AND OF THE STARS . AND HOW THE DEUCE THEY EVER COULD HAVE BIRTH : AND THEN HE THOUGHT OF KARTHQUAKES , AND OF WARS , HOW MANY MILEG THE MOON MIGHT HAVE IN GIRTH . OF ...
... THOUGHT ABOUT HIMSELF , AND THE WHOLE EARTH , OF MAN THE WONDERFUL , AND OF THE STARS . AND HOW THE DEUCE THEY EVER COULD HAVE BIRTH : AND THEN HE THOUGHT OF KARTHQUAKES , AND OF WARS , HOW MANY MILEG THE MOON MIGHT HAVE IN GIRTH . OF ...
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... thought to injure thee or thine . Thou didst not mar my fortunes : my own nature In youth was such as to unmake an empire , Had such been my inheritance ; but now , Chasten'd , subdued , out - worn , and taught to know Myself , to lose ...
... thought to injure thee or thine . Thou didst not mar my fortunes : my own nature In youth was such as to unmake an empire , Had such been my inheritance ; but now , Chasten'd , subdued , out - worn , and taught to know Myself , to lose ...
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... thought so all along , such natural yearnings Play'd round my heart : - blood is not water , cousin ; And so let's have some wine , and drink unto Our better acquaintance : relatives should be Friends . Wer . You appear to have drank ...
... thought so all along , such natural yearnings Play'd round my heart : - blood is not water , cousin ; And so let's have some wine , and drink unto Our better acquaintance : relatives should be Friends . Wer . You appear to have drank ...
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Strona 311 - I strode through the pine-cover'd glade ; I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr. " Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night -rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.
Strona 545 - Of the embrace of angels, with a sex More beautiful than they, which did draw down The erring spirits who can ne'er return. — Most glorious orb ! that wert a worship, ere The mystery of thy making was...
Strona 546 - 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...
Strona 361 - ... shows That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose ; Convincing all, by demonstration plain, Poetic souls delight in prose insane ; And Christmas stories tortured into rhyme Contain the essence of the true sublime. Thus, when he tells the tale of Betty Foy, The idiot mother of
Strona 192 - Sublime tobacco ! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest ; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides ; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand...
Strona 185 - We'll cull the flowers that grow above the dead, For these most bloom where rests the warrior's head; And we will sit in twilight's face, and see The sweet moon glancing through the tooa tree, The lofty accents of whose sighing bough Shall sadly please us as we lean below ; Or climb the steep, and view the surf in vain Wrestle with rocky giants o'er the main, Which spurn in columns back the baffled spray. How beautiful are these ! how happy they, Who, from the toil and tumult of their lives, Steal...
Strona 481 - SAINT Peter sat by the celestial gate, His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late ; Not that the place by any means was full, But since the Gallic era " eighty-eight," The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull, And "a pull altogether," as they say At sea— which drew most souls another way.
Strona 502 - He had written praises of a regicide; He had written praises of all kings whatever; He had written for republics far and wide, And then against them bitterer than ever; For pantisocracy he once had cried Aloud, a scheme less moral than 'twas clever; Then grew a hearty anti-jacobin — Had turn'd his coat — and would have turn'd his skin.
Strona 486 - But bringing up the rear of this bright host A Spirit of a different aspect waved His wings, like thunder-clouds above some coast Whose barren beach with frequent wrecks is paved ; His brow was like the deep when tempest-tossed ; Fierce and unfathomable thoughts engraved Eternal wrath on his immortal face, And where he gazed a gloom pervaded space.
Strona 144 - I feel my immortality o'ersweep All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal, Like the eternal thunders of the deep, Into my ears this truth —