Lord Byron: Paa dansk ved K. Kroman

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Forlagt af J.H. Schubothes Boghandel, 1876
 

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Page 80 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Page 438 - Nor would redeem a moment of that hour ; I do not combat against death, but thee And thy surrounding angels ; my past power Was purchased by no compact with thy crew, > But by superior science — penance — daring — And length of watching — strength of mind — and skill In knowledge of our fathers...
Page 245 - Sweet hour of twilight !— in the solitude Of the pine forest, and the silent shore Which bounds Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flowed o'er, To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground...
Page 341 - Hucknall is the following inscription: — IN THE VAULT BENEATH, WHERE MANY OF HIS ANCESTORS AND HIS MOTHER ARE BURIED, LIE THE REMAINS OF GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON, LORD BYRON, OF ROCHDALE, IN THE COUNTY OF LANCASTER, THE AUTHOR OF "CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
Page 245 - The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song. Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper...
Page 393 - s music in the sighing of a reed ; There's music in the gushing of a rill ; There's music in all things, if men had ears : Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Page 433 - I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse — borne away with every breath ! Misplaced upon the throne — misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be — let it end.
Page 241 - In Memory of Allegra, Daughter of GG Lord Byron, who died at Bagna Cavallo, in Italy, April 20th, 1822, aged five years and three months. ' I shall go to her, but she shall not return to me.
Page 380 - But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mont Saint Jean seems Cain :
Page 406 - Chaos of thought and passion all confused ; Still by himself abused, or disabused ; Created half to rise and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled ; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world ! Go, wondrous creature!

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