Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord ByronJ. Robins and Company, 1825 - 756 pages |
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... rise to a report that a paper was written by the deceased , and sealed not to be opened till the time that Lord Byron should be tried ; but no paper whatever was written by Mr. Chaworth , and that written by Mr. Part- ington was as ...
... rise to a report that a paper was written by the deceased , and sealed not to be opened till the time that Lord Byron should be tried ; but no paper whatever was written by Mr. Chaworth , and that written by Mr. Part- ington was as ...
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... rise to ; and it was not until he received absolute conviction of her guilt and his own dishonour that he resorted to the only means that were left him of wiping off the stain . If it did not invariably happen in affairs of this ...
... rise to ; and it was not until he received absolute conviction of her guilt and his own dishonour that he resorted to the only means that were left him of wiping off the stain . If it did not invariably happen in affairs of this ...
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... rise no more . Not one poor trembler only fear betrays , Who hopes , yet almost dreads , to meet your praise ; But all our dramatis persona wait , In fond suspense , this crisis of their fate . No venal views our progress can retard ...
... rise no more . Not one poor trembler only fear betrays , Who hopes , yet almost dreads , to meet your praise ; But all our dramatis persona wait , In fond suspense , this crisis of their fate . No venal views our progress can retard ...
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... rise , and it leaves me to weep . Then , Morpheus ! envelop my faculties fast , Shed o'er me your languor benign ! Should the dream of to - night but resemble the last , What rapture celestial is mine ! They tell us that Slumber , the ...
... rise , and it leaves me to weep . Then , Morpheus ! envelop my faculties fast , Shed o'er me your languor benign ! Should the dream of to - night but resemble the last , What rapture celestial is mine ! They tell us that Slumber , the ...
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George Clinton. Yet the day may arrive when the mountains once more Shall rise to my sight in their mantles of snow : But , while these soar above me , unchanged as before , Will Mary be there to receive me ? Ah , no ! Adieu , then , ye ...
George Clinton. Yet the day may arrive when the mountains once more Shall rise to my sight in their mantles of snow : But , while these soar above me , unchanged as before , Will Mary be there to receive me ? Ah , no ! Adieu , then , ye ...
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Page 558 - 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 749 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 400 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery.
Page 328 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 392 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 557 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? 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?
Page 697 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Page 327 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 344 - Twas still some solace in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each turn comforter to each, With some new hope, or legend old, Or song heroically bold ; But even these at length grew cold.
Page 348 - ... mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink Had brought me back to feel and think.