The Works of Lord Byron, Bind 1Carey, 1843 |
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... . their failure must be in the execution , rather than in the design sanctioned by the practice of Ariosto , Thomson , and Beattie . ( 1 ) Beattie's Letters . ADDITION TO THE PREFACE . I HAVE NOW waited till 4 PREFACE .
... . their failure must be in the execution , rather than in the design sanctioned by the practice of Ariosto , Thomson , and Beattie . ( 1 ) Beattie's Letters . ADDITION TO THE PREFACE . I HAVE NOW waited till 4 PREFACE .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. ADDITION TO THE PREFACE . I HAVE NOW waited till almost all our periodical journals have distributed their usual portion of criticism . To the justice of the generality of their criticisms I have nothing ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. ADDITION TO THE PREFACE . I HAVE NOW waited till almost all our periodical journals have distributed their usual portion of criticism . To the justice of the generality of their criticisms I have nothing ...
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... Till I come back again . ' 66 Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . 6 . yeoman , " Come hither , hither , my staunch Why dost thou look so pale ? Or ...
... Till I come back again . ' 66 Enough , enough , my little lad ! Such tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . 6 . yeoman , " Come hither , hither , my staunch Why dost thou look so pale ? Or ...
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... Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome ...
... Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again , He'd tear me where he stands . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome ...
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... Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter ...
... Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter ...
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Side 105 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 104 - 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...
Side 190 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 190 - 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.
Side 472 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Side 66 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...
Side 190 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 126 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! 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!
Side 468 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Side 124 - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.