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But should there be to whom the fatal blight Of failing wisdom yields a base
delight , Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone Jar in the music which was
born their own , Still let them pause ; - ah ! little do they know That what to them
seem ...
But should there be to whom the fatal blight Of failing wisdom yields a base
delight , Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone Jar in the music which was
born their own , Still let them pause ; - ah ! little do they know That what to them
seem ...
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And Hebe shall never be idle in Heaven . To expatiate upon the noble motives
which induced Lord Byron to join , with his heart , and hand , and fortune , the
cause of the gallant Greeks , would be perfectly superfluous here . Every man
who ...
And Hebe shall never be idle in Heaven . To expatiate upon the noble motives
which induced Lord Byron to join , with his heart , and hand , and fortune , the
cause of the gallant Greeks , would be perfectly superfluous here . Every man
who ...
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... me the wings were given Which bear the turtle to her nest ! Then would I cleave
the vault of heaven , To flee away , and be at rest , » The unmerited severity with
which the poems in the « NOTICE ON LORD BYRON . lxxvii.
... me the wings were given Which bear the turtle to her nest ! Then would I cleave
the vault of heaven , To flee away , and be at rest , » The unmerited severity with
which the poems in the « NOTICE ON LORD BYRON . lxxvii.
Page xcvi
The illusion ' s gone for ever , and thou art Insensible , I trust , but none the worse
, And in thy stead I ' ve got a deal of judgment , Though Heaven knows how it
ever found a lodgment . The third canto is perhaps the most perfect in regard to
the ...
The illusion ' s gone for ever , and thou art Insensible , I trust , but none the worse
, And in thy stead I ' ve got a deal of judgment , Though Heaven knows how it
ever found a lodgment . The third canto is perhaps the most perfect in regard to
the ...
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... without his wing , And guileless beyond hope ' s imagining ! And surely she
who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds
the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow
disappears .
... without his wing , And guileless beyond hope ' s imagining ! And surely she
who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds
the rainbow of her future years , Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow
disappears .
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Page 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 166 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 183 - 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? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Page 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Page 272 - 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 ! CLXXXIII.
Page 170 - 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 237 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Page 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Page 158 - 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 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.
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| Title | The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, Volumes 1-2 The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Published | 1825 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 21 Jun 2007 |
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