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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... written in an Album , at Malta To Florence . 900 900 The Siege of Corinth 291 Parisina 304 The Prisoner of Chillon 312 Manfred . 318 The Lament of Tasso 338 Stanzas composed during a Thunder - storm Stanzas written in passing the ...
... written in an Album , at Malta To Florence . 900 900 The Siege of Corinth 291 Parisina 304 The Prisoner of Chillon 312 Manfred . 318 The Lament of Tasso 338 Stanzas composed during a Thunder - storm Stanzas written in passing the ...
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... writing or conversation , but little weight is to be allowed , particularly , in comparison with those strong testi ... written by | Captain Byron a few days before his death ; and , among the memorials of the young poet , which are ...
... writing or conversation , but little weight is to be allowed , particularly , in comparison with those strong testi ... written by | Captain Byron a few days before his death ; and , among the memorials of the young poet , which are ...
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... writing them . He said he believed satire to be his forte , and to that he had adhered , having written , during his stay at different places abroad , a Paraphrase of Horace's Art of Poetry , which would be a good finish to English ...
... writing them . He said he believed satire to be his forte , and to that he had adhered , having written , during his stay at different places abroad , a Paraphrase of Horace's Art of Poetry , which would be a good finish to English ...
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... written short poems , besides a great many tions . " stanzas in Spenser's measure , relative to the coun- tries he had visited . They are not worth troubling you with , but you shall have them all with you , if you like . ' So came I by ...
... written short poems , besides a great many tions . " stanzas in Spenser's measure , relative to the coun- tries he had visited . They are not worth troubling you with , but you shall have them all with you , if you like . ' So came I by ...
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... writing , when a friend came in to announce the arrival of an English Lord in Ravenna . She could not doubt , for an ... written on the outside cover : - " I am just setting off for Ravenna , June 8 , 1819. - I changed my mind this ...
... writing , when a friend came in to announce the arrival of an English Lord in Ravenna . She could not doubt , for an ... written on the outside cover : - " I am just setting off for Ravenna , June 8 , 1819. - I changed my mind this ...
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Page 283 - 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.
Page 126 - 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...
Page 126 - 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 162 - 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...
Page 135 - 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.
Page 162 - 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...
Page 162 - 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.
Page 163 - 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.
Page 158 - 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.
Page 126 - 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!