The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 1055 pages |
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... true , but more often he is a child because he fails to reflect at all . Predominance of intellect does not necessarily imply true wisdom ; for in reality an impul- sive , restless activity of mind seems often to militate against calm ...
... true , but more often he is a child because he fails to reflect at all . Predominance of intellect does not necessarily imply true wisdom ; for in reality an impul- sive , restless activity of mind seems often to militate against calm ...
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... true . His language has a marvelous sweep and force that carry the reader on through a sustained emotion , but in detail it is prosaic in comparison with the iridescent style of Shelley or of Keats . Marino Faliero , one of Byron's less ...
... true . His language has a marvelous sweep and force that carry the reader on through a sustained emotion , but in detail it is prosaic in comparison with the iridescent style of Shelley or of Keats . Marino Faliero , one of Byron's less ...
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... true Byron . The fourth canto , though published sep- arately , is in the same tone as the third . It was written at Venice between June of 1817 and January of 1818 , and was published immediately . As with most of his works the poem ...
... true Byron . The fourth canto , though published sep- arately , is in the same tone as the third . It was written at Venice between June of 1817 and January of 1818 , and was published immediately . As with most of his works the poem ...
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... true , First to be free and last to be subdued . And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye , 880 A traitor only fell beneath the feud : Here all were noble , save Nobility ; None hugg'd a ...
... true , First to be free and last to be subdued . And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye , 880 A traitor only fell beneath the feud : Here all were noble , save Nobility ; None hugg'd a ...
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... true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast , Not such as prate of war but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can ac- cost , And wield ...
... true - born son of Greece , If Greece one true - born patriot still can boast , Not such as prate of war but skulk in peace , The bondsman's peace , who sighs for all he lost , Yet with smooth smile his tyrant can ac- cost , And wield ...
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Page 38 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Page 38 - 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 81 - 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...
Page 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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!
Page 43 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 44 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
Page 311 - 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...
Page 55 - Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was;— her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
Page 213 - OUR life is two-fold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence.