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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... rise to this childish effort was as follows . An elderly val in town took a house upon Sloane Terrace ; lady , who was in the habit of visiting his mother , and , under the direction of Dr. Baillie , one of the had made use of some ...
... rise to this childish effort was as follows . An elderly val in town took a house upon Sloane Terrace ; lady , who was in the habit of visiting his mother , and , under the direction of Dr. Baillie , one of the had made use of some ...
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... rise in the school , young Wildman was at the head of the party for Mark Drury ; while Byron at first held himself aloof from any . Anxious , however , to have him as an ally , one of the Drury faction said to Wildman- " Byron I know ...
... rise in the school , young Wildman was at the head of the party for Mark Drury ; while Byron at first held himself aloof from any . Anxious , however , to have him as an ally , one of the Drury faction said to Wildman- " Byron I know ...
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... rise , And hear the din of arms no more ! we were contemplating a painting on a large scale , in which , among other figures , is the uncovered whole - length of a warrior , a prudish - looking lady , who seemed to have touched the age ...
... rise , And hear the din of arms no more ! we were contemplating a painting on a large scale , in which , among other figures , is the uncovered whole - length of a warrior , a prudish - looking lady , who seemed to have touched the age ...
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... rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale ; And Allan's barbed arrow lay With him in dark Glentanar's vale . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or who , no mortal wight can tell ; But no one ...
... rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale ; And Allan's barbed arrow lay With him in dark Glentanar's vale . And whence the dreadful stranger came , Or who , no mortal wight can tell ; But no one ...
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... rise no more . Not one poor trembler only fear betrays , Still let some mercy in your bosoms live , And , if you can't applaud , at least forgive . ON THE DEATH OF MR . FOX , THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER ...
... rise no more . Not one poor trembler only fear betrays , Still let some mercy in your bosoms live , And , if you can't applaud , at least forgive . ON THE DEATH OF MR . FOX , THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN A MORNING PAPER ...
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283 ページ - 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.
126 ページ - 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...
126 ページ - 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!
162 ページ - 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...
135 ページ - 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.
162 ページ - 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...
162 ページ - 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.
163 ページ - 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.
158 ページ - 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.
126 ページ - 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!