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Page xxi
... in the same poem upon Napoleon's betrayal of the cause of liberty : " A single
step into the right had made This man the Washington of worlds betrayed : A
single step into the wrong has given His name a doubt to all the winds of heaven.
... in the same poem upon Napoleon's betrayal of the cause of liberty : " A single
step into the right had made This man the Washington of worlds betrayed : A
single step into the wrong has given His name a doubt to all the winds of heaven.
Page xxvii
... as in the following lines from "The Siege of Corinth," — although Byron
protested that they were written before he had heard ' ' Christabel ' ' recited : "
There he sate all heavily, As he heard the night-wind sigh. Was it the wind,
through some ...
... as in the following lines from "The Siege of Corinth," — although Byron
protested that they were written before he had heard ' ' Christabel ' ' recited : "
There he sate all heavily, As he heard the night-wind sigh. Was it the wind,
through some ...
Page xliii
The more characteristic images are as where the poet proclaims that his hero's
mind is as a seaweed torn from the rock and swept by the surge * ; or rushing
onward as the wind which bears the cloud before it a ; or drooping as the wild-
born ...
The more characteristic images are as where the poet proclaims that his hero's
mind is as a seaweed torn from the rock and swept by the surge * ; or rushing
onward as the wind which bears the cloud before it a ; or drooping as the wild-
born ...
Page xliv
... warriors assaulting the ramparts are like a pack of wolves tossed by a buffalo 6
; the opposing force gives way and falls like a cliff undermined by the tides7;
wrath is like the rattlesnake's in act to strike8; scorn affects one as the wind the
rock, ...
... warriors assaulting the ramparts are like a pack of wolves tossed by a buffalo 6
; the opposing force gives way and falls like a cliff undermined by the tides7;
wrath is like the rattlesnake's in act to strike8; scorn affects one as the wind the
rock, ...
Page xlv
... but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness ; the ruin'd wall Stands when its
wind-worn battlements are gone ; The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The
day drags through though storms keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break,
...
... but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness ; the ruin'd wall Stands when its
wind-worn battlements are gone ; The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The
day drags through though storms keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break,
...
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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 303 - 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 296 - 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 291 - 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...
Bibliographic information
| 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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