The poetical works of lord Byron, Page 11, Volume 3 |
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... once the vein of sentiment was opened , he found it hard to check the flow . " I have , " he wrote to Mr. Murray , during the progress of the fifth edition , " but with some difficulty , not added any more to this snake of a poem ...
... once the vein of sentiment was opened , he found it hard to check the flow . " I have , " he wrote to Mr. Murray , during the progress of the fifth edition , " but with some difficulty , not added any more to this snake of a poem ...
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... once busy and glorious shores of Greece , by an image more true , more mournful , and more exquisitely finished , than any that we can recollect in the whole compass of poetry . - JEFFREY . ] 1 [ From hence to the conclusion of the ...
... once busy and glorious shores of Greece , by an image more true , more mournful , and more exquisitely finished , than any that we can recollect in the whole compass of poetry . - JEFFREY . ] 1 [ From hence to the conclusion of the ...
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... once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son , Though baffled oft is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page ! Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings , in dusty darkness hid , Have left a nameless pyramid , Thy ...
... once begun , Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son , Though baffled oft is ever won . Bear witness , Greece , thy living page ! Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings , in dusty darkness hid , Have left a nameless pyramid , Thy ...
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... once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause , which ponder'd o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite as boundless ...
... once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ? That pause , which ponder'd o'er his fate , Oh , who its dreary length shall date ! Though in Time's record nearly nought , It was Eternity to Thought ! For infinite as boundless ...
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... once fairly established as insect Catos , they will probably be allowed to live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . [ Lord Byron assured Mr. Dallas that the simile of the scorpion was ...
... once fairly established as insect Catos , they will probably be allowed to live as long as they think proper , without being martyred for the sake of an hypothesis . [ Lord Byron assured Mr. Dallas that the simile of the scorpion was ...
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Page 271 - PRISONER OF CHILLON." MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Page 10 - 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 101 - 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 ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Page 267 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Page 136 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Page 136 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old /Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine.
Page 5 - Knolles,'* he said at Missolonghi, a few weeks before his death, " was one of the first books that gave me pleasure when a child ; and I believe it had much influence on my future wishes to visit the Levant, and gave, perhaps, the oriental colouring which is observed in my poetry.
Page 84 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray...
Page 339 - No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch...
Page 331 - T was but a day he had been caught ; And snorting, with erected mane, And struggling fiercely, but in vain, In the full foam of wrath and dread To me the desert-born was led : They bound me on, that menial throng, Upon his back with many a thong ; Then loosed him with a sudden lash — Away ! — away ! — and on we dash ! Torrents less rapid and less rash.