The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Band 9J. Murray, 1832 |
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... vain the wish - for Beauty still Will shrink , as shrinks the ebbing breath ; And woman's tears , produced at will , Deceive in life , unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour , Without regret , 20 OCCASIONAL PIECES . Euthanasia.
... vain the wish - for Beauty still Will shrink , as shrinks the ebbing breath ; And woman's tears , produced at will , Deceive in life , unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour , Without regret , 20 OCCASIONAL PIECES . Euthanasia.
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... beauty - breathing pencil born , ( Except that thou hast nothing to repent ) The Magdalen of Guido saw the morn― Such seem'st thou - but how much more excellent ! With nought Remorse can claim scorn . nor Virtue December 17. 1813. ( 1 ) ...
... beauty - breathing pencil born , ( Except that thou hast nothing to repent ) The Magdalen of Guido saw the morn― Such seem'st thou - but how much more excellent ! With nought Remorse can claim scorn . nor Virtue December 17. 1813. ( 1 ) ...
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... beauty - breathing pencil born , ( Except that thou hast nothing to repent ) The Magdalen of Guido saw the mornSuch seem'st thou - but how much more excellent ! With nought Remorse can claim scorn , December 17. 1813. ( 1 ) nor Virtue ...
... beauty - breathing pencil born , ( Except that thou hast nothing to repent ) The Magdalen of Guido saw the mornSuch seem'st thou - but how much more excellent ! With nought Remorse can claim scorn , December 17. 1813. ( 1 ) nor Virtue ...
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... Beauty and the Beast , " in which Mr. Hope and his lady were represented accord- ing to the well - known fairy story . The picture had too much malice not to succeed ; and , to the disgrace of John Bull , the exhibition of it is said to ...
... Beauty and the Beast , " in which Mr. Hope and his lady were represented accord- ing to the well - known fairy story . The picture had too much malice not to succeed ; and , to the disgrace of John Bull , the exhibition of it is said to ...
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... beauty . Sir William Temple observes , that of all the members of mankind that live within the compass of a thousand years , for one man that is born capable of making a great poet , there may be a thousand born capable of making as ...
... beauty . Sir William Temple observes , that of all the members of mankind that live within the compass of a thousand years , for one man that is born capable of making a great poet , there may be a thousand born capable of making as ...
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Seite 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Seite viii - 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...
Seite 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Seite 153 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That tyranny shall quake to hear...
Seite 151 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Seite 153 - Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Seite 254 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes...
Seite 299 - Morea's hills the setting sun; not as in northern climes obscurely bright, but one unclouded blaze of living light : o'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old jEgina's rock and Idra's isle the god of gladness sheds his parting smile; o'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, though there his altars are no more divine.
Seite 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Seite 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.