Selections from the writings of lord Byron, by a clergyman [W. Elwin]. |
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... gone into the Guards during the year I passed in Notts , away from college . His friendship , and a violent , though pure , love and passion , which held me at the same period , were the then romance of the most romantic period of my ...
... gone into the Guards during the year I passed in Notts , away from college . His friendship , and a violent , though pure , love and passion , which held me at the same period , were the then romance of the most romantic period of my ...
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... gone . Some years after I made an attempt at an elegy - a very dull one . I do not recollect scarcely anything equal to the transparent beauty of my cousin , or to the sweetness of her temper , during the short period of our intimacy ...
... gone . Some years after I made an attempt at an elegy - a very dull one . I do not recollect scarcely anything equal to the transparent beauty of my cousin , or to the sweetness of her temper , during the short period of our intimacy ...
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... gone on fairly . But that seems hopeless , and there is nothing more to be said . At present - except my health , which is better ( it is odd , but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits , and sets me up for the ...
... gone on fairly . But that seems hopeless , and there is nothing more to be said . At present - except my health , which is better ( it is odd , but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits , and sets me up for the ...
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... gone , I have nothing to say against the proposition ; and like the rest , having once plunged into this state of hostility , must , however reluctantly , carry it on . An article has appeared in a periodical work , entitled " Remarks ...
... gone , I have nothing to say against the proposition ; and like the rest , having once plunged into this state of hostility , must , however reluctantly , carry it on . An article has appeared in a periodical work , entitled " Remarks ...
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... gone ! I left them both in the most robust health and little thought of the national loss in so short a time as five ... gone to that place where both teeth and hair last longer than they do in this life . I have seen a thousand graves ...
... gone ! I left them both in the most robust health and little thought of the national loss in so short a time as five ... gone to that place where both teeth and hair last longer than they do in this life . I have seen a thousand graves ...
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answer appear bear beauty beneath blood blue break breast breath bright calm CHILDE HAROLD.-Canto dark dead death deep dream earth face fair fall father fear feel fire foes friends gaze gone grave half hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human Italy kind knew Lady land least leave less letter light living look Lord Byron meet mind mountains nature never night o'er once pass passion poetry rest Review rise rock rose round scarce scene seems seen shine shore sight smile soul sound spirit stands stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand Twas Venice voice walls waters waves wild wind wing wish young
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Página 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 13 - 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 magnificently stern array...
Página 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. 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.
Página 12 - 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...
Página 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 22 - 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...
Página 45 - 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.
Página 27 - 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...
Página 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.