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Side v
... of mediocrity , will consecrate the evergreens of Byron . As in an extended and beautiful prospect , it is difficult for the eye to repose on individual beauties , so , when we open the works of our master - poet , NOTICE ON LORD BYRON .
... of mediocrity , will consecrate the evergreens of Byron . As in an extended and beautiful prospect , it is difficult for the eye to repose on individual beauties , so , when we open the works of our master - poet , NOTICE ON LORD BYRON .
Side viii
... beautiful , and its riches considerable . Sir John , son of the preceding , was high in favour with queen Elizabeth ; he left issue three sons and five daughters . Sir Nicholas Byron , the eldest son , viii A BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL.
... beautiful , and its riches considerable . Sir John , son of the preceding , was high in favour with queen Elizabeth ; he left issue three sons and five daughters . Sir Nicholas Byron , the eldest son , viii A BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL.
Side xv
... beautiful verses , and possessed talents of the first order . After living in the fashionable world as one of its first orná- ments , she withdrew from it without any apparent cause , and secluded herself almost entirely from soci- ety ...
... beautiful verses , and possessed talents of the first order . After living in the fashionable world as one of its first orná- ments , she withdrew from it without any apparent cause , and secluded herself almost entirely from soci- ety ...
Side xxix
... beautiful , the delicate , the sublime , and the enjoying in man . He certainly did not possess the tame and unresenting sto- icism of a quaker , nor the sanctified humility of a pri- mitive saint , nor the time - serving hypocrisy of a ...
... beautiful , the delicate , the sublime , and the enjoying in man . He certainly did not possess the tame and unresenting sto- icism of a quaker , nor the sanctified humility of a pri- mitive saint , nor the time - serving hypocrisy of a ...
Side xxx
... beautiful lines with which Lord Byron attempted to appease the offended dignity of his lady , that heart- speaking elegy of his ruined hopes and unavailing re- grets , that sad and tender « Farewell to those he still 39 CHILDE HAROLD'S ...
... beautiful lines with which Lord Byron attempted to appease the offended dignity of his lady , that heart- speaking elegy of his ruined hopes and unavailing re- grets , that sad and tender « Farewell to those he still 39 CHILDE HAROLD'S ...
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Side 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, 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!
Side 166 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Side 183 - 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!
Side 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Side 272 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
Side 170 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Side 237 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Side 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 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 Heracleidan blood might own.
Side 158 - 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!
Side 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.