The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed. Containing, Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore, Walter Scott, Campbell &c., Considerable Additions and Original Notes. To which is Prefixed a Life by Thomas MooreJ. Baer, 1846 |
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... spirit of imitation , and which he retained through life , was that of constantly having arms of some description about or near him - it being his prac- tice , when quite a boy , to carry , at all times , small loaded pistols in his ...
... spirit of imitation , and which he retained through life , was that of constantly having arms of some description about or near him - it being his prac- tice , when quite a boy , to carry , at all times , small loaded pistols in his ...
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... spirit to the Two First . So sensitive , in- deed , in addition to his usual abundance of this quality , -did he , at length , grow on the subject , that when Mr. W. Bankes , who succeeded me as his visitor , happened to tell him one ...
... spirit to the Two First . So sensitive , in- deed , in addition to his usual abundance of this quality , -did he , at length , grow on the subject , that when Mr. W. Bankes , who succeeded me as his visitor , happened to tell him one ...
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... spirit and beauty seemed to have dwelt , but not to have been caressed ; it was the spirit of the wilderness . The gardens were exactly as their late owner described ENGAGED IN THE GLORIOUS Attempt to restoRE THAT them in his earliest ...
... spirit and beauty seemed to have dwelt , but not to have been caressed ; it was the spirit of the wilderness . The gardens were exactly as their late owner described ENGAGED IN THE GLORIOUS Attempt to restoRE THAT them in his earliest ...
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... spirit , Their exultation in their trial , Detracts most largely from the merit Of all their boasted self - denial . ' T is morn : —from these I turn my sight . What scene is this which meets the eye ? A numerous crowd , array'd in ...
... spirit , Their exultation in their trial , Detracts most largely from the merit Of all their boasted self - denial . ' T is morn : —from these I turn my sight . What scene is this which meets the eye ? A numerous crowd , array'd in ...
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... spirit , from within , reproved us , Say rather " t was the spirit moved us . " Though what they utter'd I repress , Yet I conceive thou ' It partly guess ; For as on thee my memory ponders , Perchance to me thine also wanders . This ...
... spirit , from within , reproved us , Say rather " t was the spirit moved us . " Though what they utter'd I repress , Yet I conceive thou ' It partly guess ; For as on thee my memory ponders , Perchance to me thine also wanders . This ...
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Albanians Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Calmar Canto Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds Doge Doge of Venice dread dream earth Edinburgh Review fair Faliero fame fate fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Italy lady less letter Lioni live look Lord Byron Marino Faliero Michel Steno mind mortal mountains muse ne'er never night noble o'er once palace Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch poem poet poetry Ravenna round scarce scene seem'd shore sigh smile song soul Southey spirit stanzas tears thee thine thing thou thought tomb Venetian Venice verse voice wave wild words young youth εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
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Página 283 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 126 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 126 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 162 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ! Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 135 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, —'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 162 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar...
Página 162 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 163 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Página 158 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd 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 hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 126 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!