The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, 1833 |
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... lines were addressed to her , had not completed her eleventh year . Mr. Westall's portrait of the juvenile beauty , painted at Lord Byron's request , is engraved in " Finden's Illustrations . " — ) -E . ] Young Peri ( 1 ) of the West ...
... lines were addressed to her , had not completed her eleventh year . Mr. Westall's portrait of the juvenile beauty , painted at Lord Byron's request , is engraved in " Finden's Illustrations . " — ) -E . ] Young Peri ( 1 ) of the West ...
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... line . ( 1 ) And traverse Paynim shores , and pass Earth's central XII . The sails were fill'd , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were ...
... line . ( 1 ) And traverse Paynim shores , and pass Earth's central XII . The sails were fill'd , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were ...
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... lines to Parnassus ( in Childe Harold ) , and on beholding the birds , had a hope that Apollo had accepted my homage . I have at least had the name and fame of a poet , during the poetical period of life ( from twenty to thirty ) ...
... lines to Parnassus ( in Childe Harold ) , and on beholding the birds , had a hope that Apollo had accepted my homage . I have at least had the name and fame of a poet , during the poetical period of life ( from twenty to thirty ) ...
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... lines of Young are no fiction : - " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice , and thrice my peace was slain , And thrice ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . " I should have ventured a verse to the memory ...
... lines of Young are no fiction : - " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice , and thrice my peace was slain , And thrice ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . " I should have ventured a verse to the memory ...
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... lines : - " When the last of the Metopes was taken from the Parthenon , and , in moving of it , great part of the superstructure with one of the triglyphs was XIII . What ! shall it e'er be said by F 4 CANTO II . 71 PILGRIMAGE .
... lines : - " When the last of the Metopes was taken from the Parthenon , and , in moving of it , great part of the superstructure with one of the triglyphs was XIII . What ! shall it e'er be said by F 4 CANTO II . 71 PILGRIMAGE .
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Page 142 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 142 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 264 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make « Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 172 - 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...
Page 263 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Page 193 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Page 169 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. LXXXVl. It is the hush of night...
Page 225 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; 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.
Page 157 - Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild, but not rude, awful, yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
Page 262 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted —Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.