Manfred,: A Dramatic Poem, Volumen 2John Murray, Albemarle-Street., 1817 - 73 páginas |
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... immortal , and do not forget ; We are eternal ; and to us the past Is , as the future , present . Art thou answered ? MAN . Ye mock me - but the power which brought ye here Hath made you mine . Slaves , scoff not at my will ! The mind ...
... immortal , and do not forget ; We are eternal ; and to us the past Is , as the future , present . Art thou answered ? MAN . Ye mock me - but the power which brought ye here Hath made you mine . Slaves , scoff not at my will ! The mind ...
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... immortality , I read that thou wilt pardon to a Son Of Earth , whom the abstruser powers permit At times to commune with them - if that he Avail him of his spells - to call thee thus , And gaze on thee a moment . WITCH . Son of Earth ...
... immortality , I read that thou wilt pardon to a Son Of Earth , whom the abstruser powers permit At times to commune with them - if that he Avail him of his spells - to call thee thus , And gaze on thee a moment . WITCH . Son of Earth ...
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... immortal nature , like Our own ; his knowledge and his powers and will , As far as is compatible with clay , Which clogs the etherial essence , have been such As clay hath seldom borne ; his aspirations Have been beyond the dwellers of ...
... immortal nature , like Our own ; his knowledge and his powers and will , As far as is compatible with clay , Which clogs the etherial essence , have been such As clay hath seldom borne ; his aspirations Have been beyond the dwellers of ...
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... immortality- A future like the past . I cannot rest . I know not what I ask , nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art - and what I am ; And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music - Speak to me ! For I have ...
... immortality- A future like the past . I cannot rest . I know not what I ask , nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art - and what I am ; And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music - Speak to me ! For I have ...
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... immortality of hell- Avaunt ! MAN . SPIRIT . Pronounce - what is thy mission ? Come ! ABBOT . What art thou , unknown being ? answer ! - speak ! SPIRIT . The genius of this mortal . - Come ! ' tis time . MAN . I am prepared for all ...
... immortality of hell- Avaunt ! MAN . SPIRIT . Pronounce - what is thy mission ? Come ! ABBOT . What art thou , unknown being ? answer ! - speak ! SPIRIT . The genius of this mortal . - Come ! ' tis time . MAN . I am prepared for all ...
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answer ASTARTE Author beautiful beneath bidding Boards breath Castle of Manfred CHAMOIS HUNTER clay clouds death DESTINIES doth dread dwell earth Eleuthera Engravings Enter the ABBOT Exit MANFRED eyes fatal France French Glory to Arimanes Hast thou hath heart heaven hell HERMAN hour HURST illustrated JOHN large Paper late live London Longman look LORD LORD BYRON MANUEL Memoirs Mix'd mortal mountain Mysore NEMESIS night o'er ocean Octavo ORME PACIFIC OCEAN Pausanias pause PHAN Plates POEM Poet Laureate Portraits Price 21 printed Quarto REES rise ROBERT SOUTHEY ROBERT WALPOLE Royal Royal Navy SCENE Second Edition slumber Small 8vo soul speak SPIRIT star sunbow's things thou art thou dost thou wilt thoughts thy wish thyself torrent torture Translated TRAVELS UNIVERSITY of EDINBURGH URINARY ORGANS voice vols Volume wandering wave WILLIAM WILLIAM COXE WITCH wouldst thou wreck ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Página 68 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber: and, More near, from out the Caesars...
Página 10 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Página 33 - tis but the same; My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Página 31 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Página 69 - But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection ! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.
Página 61 - Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age...
Página 19 - ... tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest spring ; From thy own smile I...
Página 36 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I hod not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own— I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Página 51 - Hear me, hear me — Astarte! —my beloved! speak to me: I have so much endured — so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee : we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
Página 8 - Philosophy and science, and the springs Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, I have essay'd, and in my mind there is A power to make these subject to itself — But they avail not...