The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - 946 pages |
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... asked what was the " origin of love " 191 Remember him 191 If that high world 174 The wild gazelle 175 Lines inscribed upon a cup formed from a skull On the death of Sir Peter Parker , Bart . 192 192 • Oh ' weep for those 175 To a lady ...
... asked what was the " origin of love " 191 Remember him 191 If that high world 174 The wild gazelle 175 Lines inscribed upon a cup formed from a skull On the death of Sir Peter Parker , Bart . 192 192 • Oh ' weep for those 175 To a lady ...
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... asked if she had ever been at H *** . I assure you I have not the most distant idea of the * * * * * * * * " What the devil would Ridge have ? is not fifty in a writer of the article - it is printed in a periodica ! publi fortnight ...
... asked if she had ever been at H *** . I assure you I have not the most distant idea of the * * * * * * * * " What the devil would Ridge have ? is not fifty in a writer of the article - it is printed in a periodica ! publi fortnight ...
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... asked me canine quadrupeds , Boatswain ? I have lately pur- what I meant to do with him , and my reply was , ' he chased a thorough - bred bull - dog , worthy to be the co- should sit for a fellowship . Sherard will explain the adjutor ...
... asked me canine quadrupeds , Boatswain ? I have lately pur- what I meant to do with him , and my reply was , ' he chased a thorough - bred bull - dog , worthy to be the co- should sit for a fellowship . Sherard will explain the adjutor ...
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... asked me if the English had any books in their country . land would bring a box on the ear from the meekesto " I sent my baggage and part of the servants ' by sea virgins , to a Spanish girl , she thanks you for the honour to Gibraltar ...
... asked me if the English had any books in their country . land would bring a box on the ear from the meekesto " I sent my baggage and part of the servants ' by sea virgins , to a Spanish girl , she thanks you for the honour to Gibraltar ...
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... asked me how I came to travel so young , without any body to take care of me . This question was put by the little man with all the gravity of threescore . I cannot * * now write copiously ; I have only time to tell you that I I am ...
... asked me how I came to travel so young , without any body to take care of me . This question was put by the little man with all the gravity of threescore . I cannot * * now write copiously ; I have only time to tell you that I I am ...
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Page 23 - 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 37 - 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: I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Page 22 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 23 - 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...
Page 18 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder, cold and low.
Page 16 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page 22 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Page 23 - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 15 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Page 20 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.