The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed., containing considerable additions; to which is prefixed a life, by H. L. Bulwer, Volum 1 |
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... fame of the author , a Sketch of his Life is prefixed , from the pen of Henry Lytton Bulwer , whose name is a sufficient guarantee for the manner in which this portion of the work is executed . The general order of the London Edition ...
... fame of the author , a Sketch of his Life is prefixed , from the pen of Henry Lytton Bulwer , whose name is a sufficient guarantee for the manner in which this portion of the work is executed . The general order of the London Edition ...
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... fame , that made him at once take that path which was open to all ages , which required no pa- trons , and which was in harmony with the singular solitude in which a man of his rank and station is hardly ever similarly found . Having ...
... fame , that made him at once take that path which was open to all ages , which required no pa- trons , and which was in harmony with the singular solitude in which a man of his rank and station is hardly ever similarly found . Having ...
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... fame would have been less , but that it would have rested on a totally different basis from that which now forms the mystic pedestal of his genius . His travels at this period , when his mind was most likely to be susceptible to their ...
... fame would have been less , but that it would have rested on a totally different basis from that which now forms the mystic pedestal of his genius . His travels at this period , when his mind was most likely to be susceptible to their ...
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... fame which was soon to rise so brightly above all contemporary reputations . Returning from his travels , Lord Byron had brought with him a kind of light satire , similar in many respects to the English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , and ...
... fame which was soon to rise so brightly above all contemporary reputations . Returning from his travels , Lord Byron had brought with him a kind of light satire , similar in many respects to the English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , and ...
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... fame of a man who , stigmatized as the hater of mankind , never displayed a sympathy which was not hostile to the misrulers of mankind- who , at the very moment of which I am speaking , suffering under popular malignity , did not for ...
... fame of a man who , stigmatized as the hater of mankind , never displayed a sympathy which was not hostile to the misrulers of mankind- who , at the very moment of which I am speaking , suffering under popular malignity , did not for ...
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The complete works of lord Byron, repr. from the last London ed ..., Volum 1 George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1837 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. From the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
The Complete Works of Lord Byron, Repr. from the Last London Ed., Containing ... George Gordon N Byron Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
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Side 146 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.
Side 113 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Side 147 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 127 - 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...
Side 142 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 121 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Side 88 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 279 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Side 136 - 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. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Side 257 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...