The Poetical Works of Lord ByronJohn Murray, 1859 - 827 pages |
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... CAIN ; A MYSTERY Page - 316 - DEDICATION · ib . PREFACE CANTO I. 3 ib . WERNER ; OR , THE INHERITANCE : A TRAGEDY 341 CANTO II . - 16 DEDICATION · ib . CANTO III - 28 PREFACE ib . CANTO IV . - 41 DEDICATION ib . HOURS OF IDLENESS ; A ...
... CAIN ; A MYSTERY Page - 316 - DEDICATION · ib . PREFACE CANTO I. 3 ib . WERNER ; OR , THE INHERITANCE : A TRAGEDY 341 CANTO II . - 16 DEDICATION · ib . CANTO III - 28 PREFACE ib . CANTO IV . - 41 DEDICATION ib . HOURS OF IDLENESS ; A ...
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... Cain ; a Mystery . ' Sep. Jan. Publishes The Siege of Corinth . ' Oct. 4 Feb. Publishes Parisina .'- Lady Byron adopts the re- solution of separating from him . Nov. March 17. Writes Fare thee well ! and if for ever .'- And , 29. A ...
... Cain ; a Mystery . ' Sep. Jan. Publishes The Siege of Corinth . ' Oct. 4 Feb. Publishes Parisina .'- Lady Byron adopts the re- solution of separating from him . Nov. March 17. Writes Fare thee well ! and if for ever .'- And , 29. A ...
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... Byron . " - MS . ] 3 Beattie's Letters . ADDITION TO THE PREFACE . I HAVE now waited till A 3 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE PREFACE to the First and Second Cantos TO LANTHE Page CAIN; A MYSTERY Page - 316 DEDICATION PREFACE Stanza.
... Byron . " - MS . ] 3 Beattie's Letters . ADDITION TO THE PREFACE . I HAVE now waited till A 3 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE PREFACE to the First and Second Cantos TO LANTHE Page CAIN; A MYSTERY Page - 316 DEDICATION PREFACE Stanza.
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... Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought ...
... Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought ...
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... Cain was Eve's . which was necessary to preserve the aperture above ; though exposed to repeated fires ; though sometimes flooded by the river , and always open to the rain , no monument of equal antiquity is so well preserved as this ...
... Cain was Eve's . which was necessary to preserve the aperture above ; though exposed to repeated fires ; though sometimes flooded by the river , and always open to the rain , no monument of equal antiquity is so well preserved as this ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah aught bard bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar canto chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deeds deep Doge Doge of Venice dost dread earth Faliero fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden leave less Lioni live look Lord Byron Lucifer Marino Faliero mind mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night noble o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd passion poem poet Sardanapalus scarce scene seem'd Sieg Siege of Corinth Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thought Ulric Venice verse voice walls wave wild words young youth
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Page 58 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 28 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 28 - 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!
Page 28 - 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...
Page 58 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 29 - 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...
Page 135 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 122 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 40 - 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 54 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.