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I am no bigot to infidelity , " he writes to Gifford in 1813 , " and did not expect that ,
because I doubted the immortality of man , I should be charged with denying the
existence of God . It was the comparative insignificance of ourselves and our ...
I am no bigot to infidelity , " he writes to Gifford in 1813 , " and did not expect that ,
because I doubted the immortality of man , I should be charged with denying the
existence of God . It was the comparative insignificance of ourselves and our ...
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In his earlier and middle years he strongly doubts individual immortality . Thus he
writes to his friend Hodgson 1 in 1811 : " I will have nothing to do with your
immortality ; we are miserable enough in this life , without the absurdity of
speculating ...
In his earlier and middle years he strongly doubts individual immortality . Thus he
writes to his friend Hodgson 1 in 1811 : " I will have nothing to do with your
immortality ; we are miserable enough in this life , without the absurdity of
speculating ...
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... and reconciliation through ultimate submission are his words of order . Taken
together they fully represent their age , and they have both left abiding
monuments of immortal verse behind them . CHRONOLOGICAL OUTLINE OF
THE LIFE OF ...
... and reconciliation through ultimate submission are his words of order . Taken
together they fully represent their age , and they have both left abiding
monuments of immortal verse behind them . CHRONOLOGICAL OUTLINE OF
THE LIFE OF ...
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Dark Sappho ! could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such
immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await
the lyre , That only heaven to which earth ' s children may aspire . XL . ' Twas on a
...
Dark Sappho ! could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such
immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await
the lyre , That only heaven to which earth ' s children may aspire . XL . ' Twas on a
...
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Immortal , though no more , though fallen , great ! Who now shall lead thy scatter '
d children forth , And long accustomed bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons
who whilome did await , The hopeless warriors of a willing doom , In bleak ...
Immortal , though no more , though fallen , great ! Who now shall lead thy scatter '
d children forth , And long accustomed bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons
who whilome did await , The hopeless warriors of a willing doom , In bleak ...
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Page 153 - 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.
Page 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 301 - 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. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Page 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Page 263 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 264 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 294 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Page 289 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
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| Title | Selections from the Poetry of Lord Byron English readings |
| Author | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Editor | Frederic Ives Carpenter |
| Publisher | H. Holt, 1900 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 27 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 412 pages |
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