Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 sider |
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... face ; but I prevailed with him to let me come in . ' I need not acquaint my readers with what surprise and joy my sister received me . She immediately furnished me with money sufficient to appear like the rest of my countrymen till ...
... face ; but I prevailed with him to let me come in . ' I need not acquaint my readers with what surprise and joy my sister received me . She immediately furnished me with money sufficient to appear like the rest of my countrymen till ...
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... face was wondrous fair ; If Oscar lived , some other maid Had claim'd his faithless bosom's care . And Angus said , if one year more In fruitless hope was pass'd away , His fondest scruples should be o'er , And he would name their ...
... face was wondrous fair ; If Oscar lived , some other maid Had claim'd his faithless bosom's care . And Angus said , if one year more In fruitless hope was pass'd away , His fondest scruples should be o'er , And he would name their ...
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... face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye , On his with ...
... face Was turn'd at once to ghastly hue ; The drops of death each other chase Adown in agonizing dew . Thrice did he raise the goblet high , And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught the stranger's eye , On his with ...
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... face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head ; My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse their cheering light , Their orbs are veiled in starless night ; Such pangs my nature sinks ...
... face o'erspread , With deadly languor droops my head ; My ears with tingling echoes ring , And life itself is on the wing ; My eyes refuse their cheering light , Their orbs are veiled in starless night ; Such pangs my nature sinks ...
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... grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . Her lover sinks - she sheds no ill - timed THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 163.
... grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . Her lover sinks - she sheds no ill - timed THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF LORD BYRON . 163.
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Side 558 - 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?
Side 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Side 400 - Oh 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.
Side 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Side 392 - 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 : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Side 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? 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 ! What, silent still?
Side 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Side 327 - 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!
Side 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Side 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.