With Byron in Italy: Being a Selection of the Poems and Letter of Lord Byron which Have to Do with His Life in Italy from 1816 to 1823A. C. McClurg & Company, 1906 - 327 |
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... Cain " PAGE 122 • 124 • 126 129 134 136 · 139 • 145 149 151 • 152 153 156 • 176 · 178 • 179 • 182 • 182 • 185 186 188 189 · 190 190 · 192 194 • . 197 203 206 THE YEARS 1822 AND 1823 INTRODUCTION TO BYRON'S LIFE IN [ viii ] TABLE OF ...
... Cain " PAGE 122 • 124 • 126 129 134 136 · 139 • 145 149 151 • 152 153 156 • 176 · 178 • 179 • 182 • 182 • 185 186 188 189 · 190 190 · 192 194 • . 197 203 206 THE YEARS 1822 AND 1823 INTRODUCTION TO BYRON'S LIFE IN [ viii ] TABLE OF ...
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... Cain , " " Manfred , " " Don Juan , " - with himself and his own life . Failing to understand him , his contemporaries substituted abuse and adoration in variously mingled proportions . Nor even now , when time has modified both of ...
... Cain , " " Manfred , " " Don Juan , " - with himself and his own life . Failing to understand him , his contemporaries substituted abuse and adoration in variously mingled proportions . Nor even now , when time has modified both of ...
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... Cain , " Heaven and Earth , " - and the satires " Vision of Judgment " and " The Blues . " In the second year of the Ravenna resi- dence , Shelley visited Byron , and reports that he finds him " immersed in politics and literature ...
... Cain , " Heaven and Earth , " - and the satires " Vision of Judgment " and " The Blues . " In the second year of the Ravenna resi- dence , Shelley visited Byron , and reports that he finds him " immersed in politics and literature ...
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... Cain and Abel . There is , in fact , no law or government at all : and it is wonderful how well things go on without them . Excepting a few occasional murders , ( every body killing whomsoever he pleases , and being killed , in turn ...
... Cain and Abel . There is , in fact , no law or government at all : and it is wonderful how well things go on without them . Excepting a few occasional murders , ( every body killing whomsoever he pleases , and being killed , in turn ...
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... Cain , in three acts , of which I request the acknowledgment when arrived . To the last speech of Eve , in the last act ( i . e . where she curses Cain ) , add these three lines to the concluding one- May the Grass wither from thy foot ...
... Cain , in three acts , of which I request the acknowledgment when arrived . To the last speech of Eve , in the last act ( i . e . where she curses Cain ) , add these three lines to the concluding one- May the Grass wither from thy foot ...
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Strona 81 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...
Strona 92 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Strona 60 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand...
Strona 285 - Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...
Strona 284 - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Strona 100 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone, with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Strona 286 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one?
Strona 95 - But here, where Murder breathed her bloody steam; And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways, And...
Strona 83 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth, But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North; So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.
Strona 100 - Enter : its grandeur overwhelms thee not ; And why? It is not lessen'd ; but thy mind, Expanded by the genius of the spot, Has grown colossal, and can only find A fit abode wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality ; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.