Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Tom 9John Murray, 1833 |
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Strona 105
... lower ; and if any reader will translate " Minxerit in patrios cineres , " & c . into a decent couplet , I will insert said couplet in lieu of the present . THE CURSE OF MINERVA . - " Pallas te hoc HINTS FROM HORACE . 105.
... lower ; and if any reader will translate " Minxerit in patrios cineres , " & c . into a decent couplet , I will insert said couplet in lieu of the present . THE CURSE OF MINERVA . - " Pallas te hoc HINTS FROM HORACE . 105.
Strona 107
... Pallas te hoc vulnere , Pallas Immolat , et pænam scelerato ex sanguine sumit . " Eneid , lib . xii . [ This fierce philippic on Lord Elgin , whose collection THE CURSE OF MINERVA.
... Pallas te hoc vulnere , Pallas Immolat , et pænam scelerato ex sanguine sumit . " Eneid , lib . xii . [ This fierce philippic on Lord Elgin , whose collection THE CURSE OF MINERVA.
Strona 109
... Pallas ' fane , " first appeared at the commencement of the third canto of the Corsair , the author having , at that time , abandoned all notion of publishing the piece of which they originally made part . —E . ] On such an eve his ...
... Pallas ' fane , " first appeared at the commencement of the third canto of the Corsair , the author having , at that time , abandoned all notion of publishing the piece of which they originally made part . —E . ] On such an eve his ...
Strona 111
... Pallas ' fane , I mark'd the beauties of the land and main , Alone , and friendless , on the magic shore , Whose arts and arms but live in poets ' lore ; Oft as the matchless dome I turn'd to scan , Sacred to gods , but not secure from ...
... Pallas ' fane , I mark'd the beauties of the land and main , Alone , and friendless , on the magic shore , Whose arts and arms but live in poets ' lore ; Oft as the matchless dome I turn'd to scan , Sacred to gods , but not secure from ...
Strona 112
... Pallas ! thine ; when Hecate's glare , Check'd by thy columns , fell more sadly fair O'er the chill marble , where the startling tread Thrills the lone heart like echoes from the dead . Long had I mused , and treasured every trace The ...
... Pallas ! thine ; when Hecate's glare , Check'd by thy columns , fell more sadly fair O'er the chill marble , where the startling tread Thrills the lone heart like echoes from the dead . Long had I mused , and treasured every trace The ...
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Strona 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
Strona 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Strona 153 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Strona 151 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers), And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there...
Strona 264 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes...
Strona 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Strona 86 - ... verum ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis offendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit aut humana parum cavit natura.
Strona 109 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Strona viii - Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Strona 270 - Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart. What is that spell, that thus his lawless train Confess and envy, yet oppose in vain ? What should it be, that thus their faith can bind ? The power of Thought — the magic of the Mind ! Link'il with success, assumed and kept with skill, That moulds another's weakness to its will ; Wields with their hands, but, still to these unknown, Makes even their mightiest deeds appear his own. Such hath it been...