Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... heart of fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . 1 Here I can trace the locks of gold Which round thy snowy forehead wave ; The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould , The lips which made me Beauty's slave . Here I can ...
... heart of fear disarms , Revives my hopes , and bids me live . 1 Here I can trace the locks of gold Which round thy snowy forehead wave ; The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould , The lips which made me Beauty's slave . Here I can ...
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... heart : Keen were his pangs , but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel , While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life - drop of his bleeding breast , There be who say , in these ...
... heart : Keen were his pangs , but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel , While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life - drop of his bleeding breast , There be who say , in these ...
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... heart the heart is lonely still ! On many a lone and lovely night It soothed to gaze upon the sky ; For then I deemed the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the ...
... heart the heart is lonely still ! On many a lone and lovely night It soothed to gaze upon the sky ; For then I deemed the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the ...
Page 213
... heart , though stern , could ever feel ; Affection chained her to that heart- Ambition tore the links apart . : L Old Giaffir tells his child that it is his intention immediately to wed her to a kinsman of the Bey Oglou , by which union ...
... heart , though stern , could ever feel ; Affection chained her to that heart- Ambition tore the links apart . : L Old Giaffir tells his child that it is his intention immediately to wed her to a kinsman of the Bey Oglou , by which union ...
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... heart , to me so tender still , Should war with nature and its better will !? ' Yea , strange indeed - that heart hath long been changed ; Worm - like ' twas trampled - adder - like avenged , Without one hope on earth beyond thy love ...
... heart , to me so tender still , Should war with nature and its better will !? ' Yea , strange indeed - that heart hath long been changed ; Worm - like ' twas trampled - adder - like avenged , Without one hope on earth beyond thy love ...
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Memoirs of the life and writings of lord Byron George Clinton (biographer of Byron.) Affichage du livre entier - 1825 |
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.