The Life, Writings, Opinions, and Times of the Right Hon. George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron: Including ... Anecdotes, and Memoirs of the Lives of the Most Eminent and Eccentric, Public and Noble Characters and Courtiers of the ... Age and Court of His Majesty King George the Fourth. In the Course of the Biography is Also Separately Given, Copious Recollections of the Lately Destroyed Ms. Originally Intended for Posthumous Publication, and Entitled: Memoirs of My Own Life and Times, Volume 2
M. Iley, 1825 - Poets, English - 431 pages
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Page 21 - Soften'd with the first breathings of the spring ; The high moon sails upon her beauteous way, Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces, Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly fronts, Fraught with the orient spoil of many marbles, Like altars ranged along the broad canal, Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed Rear'd up from out the waters...
Page 56 - I must pay dearly for the desolation Now brought upon thee. Had I never loved But thee, I should have been an unopposed Monarch of honouring nations. To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves ! Enter MYRRHA.
Page 201 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Page 170 - The women of Otaheite are handsome, mild, and cheerful in manners and conversation ; possessed of great sensibility, and have sufficient delicacy to make them be admired and beloved. The chiefs were so much attached to our people, that they rather encouraged their stay among them than otherwise, and even made them promises of large possessions. Under these, and many other...
Page 359 - I have known Walter Scott long and well, and in occasional situations which call forth the real character — and I can assure you that his character is worthy of admiration — that of all men he is the most open, the most honourable, the most amiable. With his politics I have nothing to do : they differ from mine, which renders it difficult for me to speak. of them.
Page 21 - Rear'd up from out the waters, scarce less strangely Than those more massy and mysterious giants Of architecture, those Titanian fabrics, Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have No other record. All is gentle : nought Stirs rudely ; but, congenial with the night, Whatever walks is gliding like a spirit.
Page 88 - I have held up that school to public detestation, as enemies to the religion, the institutions, and the domestic morals of their country. I have given them a designation to which their founder and leader ANSWERS. I have sent a stone from my sling which has smitten their Goliath in the forehead. I have fastened his name upon the gibbet, for reproach and ignominy, as long as it shall endure. Take it down who can ! " One word of advice to Lord Byron before I conclude.
Page 102 - Aroar, what wretch that nearest us? what wretch Is that with eyebrows white and slanting brow? Listen!
Page 201 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 258 - REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER THEE! REMEMBER thee ! remember thee ! Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream ! Remember thee ! Ay, doubt it not. Thy husband too shall think of thee : By neither shalt thou be forgot, Thou false to him, thou...