The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2J. Murray, 1823 |
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... hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! CXXXV . That curse shall be Forgiveness . - Have I not— Hear me , my mother Earth ! behold it , Heaven ! — Have I not had to ...
... hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human heads the mountain of my curse ! CXXXV . That curse shall be Forgiveness . - Have I not— Hear me , my mother Earth ! behold it , Heaven ! — Have I not had to ...
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... hour With a deep awe , yet all distinct from fear ; Thy haunts are ever where the dead walls rear Their ivy mantles , and the solemn scene Derives from thee a sense so deep and clear That we become a part of what has been , And grow ...
... hour With a deep awe , yet all distinct from fear ; Thy haunts are ever where the dead walls rear Their ivy mantles , and the solemn scene Derives from thee a sense so deep and clear That we become a part of what has been , And grow ...
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... sermon which Alexander preached , on the first day of August , before the Em- peror , he compared Frederic to the prodigal son , and himself to the forgiving father . 7 . Oh , for one hour of blind old 118 NOTES TO CANTO IV . OF.
... sermon which Alexander preached , on the first day of August , before the Em- peror , he compared Frederic to the prodigal son , and himself to the forgiving father . 7 . Oh , for one hour of blind old 118 NOTES TO CANTO IV . OF.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 7 . Oh , for one hour of blind old Dandolo ! Th ' octogenarian chief , Byzantium's conquering foe . Stanza xii . lines 8 and 9 . The reader will recollect the exclamation of the high- lander , Oh for one ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 7 . Oh , for one hour of blind old Dandolo ! Th ' octogenarian chief , Byzantium's conquering foe . Stanza xii . lines 8 and 9 . The reader will recollect the exclamation of the high- lander , Oh for one ...
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... hours ; and these delibe- rate duties were performed round the carcass of one who died of the plague , and was hurried to the grave on the day of her death . These documents , therefore , are too decisive : they prove not the fact , but ...
... hours ; and these delibe- rate duties were performed round the carcass of one who died of the plague , and was hurried to the grave on the day of her death . These documents , therefore , are too decisive : they prove not the fact , but ...
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Page 271 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 81 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 96 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 96 - 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 deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Page 198 - 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 60 - There is a stern round tower of other days,' Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Page 83 - When the light shines serene but doth not glare, Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have trod this spot — 'tis on their dust ye tread. " While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Page 196 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Page 225 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Page 197 - Hers is the loveliness in death. That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's...