Lord Byron's Select Works: Consisting of Cain ... Hours of Idleness; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; with Occasional Pieces; and Life of the AuthorC. Daly, 1841 - 320 pages |
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... tears feelingly and fast , " and we ac- knowledge the mighty power of his genius that binds us to his verse like enchantment . It is not our intention to enter into an extended critical analysis of Lord Byron's works , as every reader ...
... tears feelingly and fast , " and we ac- knowledge the mighty power of his genius that binds us to his verse like enchantment . It is not our intention to enter into an extended critical analysis of Lord Byron's works , as every reader ...
Page vi
... tear glistening in her eye , to take care of himself , as " she had nothing on earth but him to live for ; " a circum- stance not at all pleasing to his adventurous spirit ; the more especially as some of his companions , who witnessed ...
... tear glistening in her eye , to take care of himself , as " she had nothing on earth but him to live for ; " a circum- stance not at all pleasing to his adventurous spirit ; the more especially as some of his companions , who witnessed ...
Page vii
... tear from his heart . Here it was that he felt himself without re- straint , even in dress ; and on his return to school , which , by the bye , he always did with the utmost willingness , it was with much difficulty that his mo- ther ...
... tear from his heart . Here it was that he felt himself without re- straint , even in dress ; and on his return to school , which , by the bye , he always did with the utmost willingness , it was with much difficulty that his mo- ther ...
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... tears , this promise ; and Rather than see her weep , I would , methinks , Bear all - and worship aught . Luc . Cain . I will . Adah . Then follow me ! Enter ADAH . My brother , I have come for thee ; It is our hour of rest and joy ...
... tears , this promise ; and Rather than see her weep , I would , methinks , Bear all - and worship aught . Luc . Cain . I will . Adah . Then follow me ! Enter ADAH . My brother , I have come for thee ; It is our hour of rest and joy ...
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... tears , and so dost thou Thou seem'st unhappy ; do not make us so , And I will weep for thee . Luc . Alas ! those tears ! Couldst thou but CAIN . 19.
... tears , and so dost thou Thou seem'st unhappy ; do not make us so , And I will weep for thee . Luc . Alas ! those tears ! Couldst thou but CAIN . 19.
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Page 241 - The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Page 264 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, "With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 263 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 211 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 245 - 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 2 - Souls who dare use their immortality — Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good!
Page 128 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale!" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 293 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 263 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Page 244 - 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!