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Page 36
Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of
execrated years ! Behold _ but who hath seen , or e ' er shall see , Man as himself
- the secret spirit free ? Yet was not Conrad thus by Nature sent To lead the guilty
- guilt ...
Mark - how that lone and blighted bosom sears The scathing thought of
execrated years ! Behold _ but who hath seen , or e ' er shall see , Man as himself
- the secret spirit free ? Yet was not Conrad thus by Nature sent To lead the guilty
- guilt ...
Page 50
... 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 !
... 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 52
... Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending , Above all pain , yet pitying all
distress ; At once such majesty with sweetness blending I worship more , but
cannot love thee less . THE GIAOUR . 66 How name ye yon lone Caloyer 52
BYRON.
... Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending , Above all pain , yet pitying all
distress ; At once such majesty with sweetness blending I worship more , but
cannot love thee less . THE GIAOUR . 66 How name ye yon lone Caloyer 52
BYRON.
Page 75
... and each wave rose roughly , threatening her ; And o ' er her upper lip they
seem ' d to pour , Until she sobbed for breath , and soon they were Foaming o ' er
her lone head , so fierce and high Each broke to drown her , yet she could not die
.
... and each wave rose roughly , threatening her ; And o ' er her upper lip they
seem ' d to pour , Until she sobbed for breath , and soon they were Foaming o ' er
her lone head , so fierce and high Each broke to drown her , yet she could not die
.
Page 130
... a bound ; Though first in glory , deepest in reverse , He tasted empire ' s
blessings and its curse : Though kings , rejoicing in their late escape From chains
, would gladly be their tyrant ' s ape ; How must he smile , and turn to yon lone
grave !
... a bound ; Though first in glory , deepest in reverse , He tasted empire ' s
blessings and its curse : Though kings , rejoicing in their late escape From chains
, would gladly be their tyrant ' s ape ; How must he smile , and turn to yon lone
grave !
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Page 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Page 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 66 - 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 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 66 - 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 Heraclcidan blood might own.
Page 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Page 164 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...
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| Title | The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works Volume 6 of Howard's beauties of literature |
| Authors | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard |
| Publisher | T. Davison, 1824 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 212 pages |
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