Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... poet's or the painter's line ; Whose magic touch can bid the canvass glow , Or pour the easy rhyme's harmonious flow , While honours doubly merited attend The poet's rival , but the painter's friend . Blessed is the man who dare ...
... poet's or the painter's line ; Whose magic touch can bid the canvass glow , Or pour the easy rhyme's harmonious flow , While honours doubly merited attend The poet's rival , but the painter's friend . Blessed is the man who dare ...
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... poet , and , above all , for such a poet as Lord Byron , He has invented circumstances which lessen the horror of the crime , and which display so much of worth and woe in the guilty persons as excites deep commiseration for their ...
... poet , and , above all , for such a poet as Lord Byron , He has invented circumstances which lessen the horror of the crime , and which display so much of worth and woe in the guilty persons as excites deep commiseration for their ...
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... poet's wreath shall be thine only crown , A poet's dungeon thy most far renown , While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled walls ! And thou , Leonora ! thou - who wert ashamed That such as I could love - who blushed to hear To less than ...
... poet's wreath shall be thine only crown , A poet's dungeon thy most far renown , While strangers wonder o'er thy unpeopled walls ! And thou , Leonora ! thou - who wert ashamed That such as I could love - who blushed to hear To less than ...
Page 399
... poet and honor- able to themselves . There is no reasonable doubt of their authenticity . The chair is that in which the poet died , on the eve of the anniversary of his seventieth birth - day . He was discovered by his servants re ...
... poet and honor- able to themselves . There is no reasonable doubt of their authenticity . The chair is that in which the poet died , on the eve of the anniversary of his seventieth birth - day . He was discovered by his servants re ...
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... poet is on the edge of a little knoll overlooking two descents , and commanding a view not only of the glowing gardens in the dales immediately beneath , but of the wide plains , above whose low woods of mulberry and willow , thickened ...
... poet is on the edge of a little knoll overlooking two descents , and commanding a view not only of the glowing gardens in the dales immediately beneath , but of the wide plains , above whose low woods of mulberry and willow , thickened ...
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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.