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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... fate it found . These gifts were charm'd by secret spell Thy truth in absence to divine ; And they have done their duty well , Alas ! they could not teach thee thine . That chain was firm in every link , But not to bear a stranger's ...
... fate it found . These gifts were charm'd by secret spell Thy truth in absence to divine ; And they have done their duty well , Alas ! they could not teach thee thine . That chain was firm in every link , But not to bear a stranger's ...
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... fate , And works and words but dwindle to a date . Though as a monarch nods , and commerce calls , Impetuous rivers stagnate in canals ; Though swamps subdued , and marshes drain'd , sustain The heavy ploughshare and the yellow grain ...
... fate , And works and words but dwindle to a date . Though as a monarch nods , and commerce calls , Impetuous rivers stagnate in canals ; Though swamps subdued , and marshes drain'd , sustain The heavy ploughshare and the yellow grain ...
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... reddere fidus interpres . " " ( Boswell , vol . iii . p . 438. ) — But , in our humble opinion , Boileau's translation is precisely that of this " fidus interpres . " - E ] For you , young bard ! whom luckless fate To HINTS FROM HORACE .
... reddere fidus interpres . " " ( Boswell , vol . iii . p . 438. ) — But , in our humble opinion , Boileau's translation is precisely that of this " fidus interpres . " - E ] For you , young bard ! whom luckless fate To HINTS FROM HORACE .
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... fate To tremble on the nod of all who read , Ere may lead your first score of cantos time unrolls , Beware for God's sake , don't begin like Bowles ! ( 1 ) Nec sic incipies , ut scriptor Cyclicus olim : ( 1 ) About two years ago a young ...
... fate To tremble on the nod of all who read , Ere may lead your first score of cantos time unrolls , Beware for God's sake , don't begin like Bowles ! ( 1 ) Nec sic incipies , ut scriptor Cyclicus olim : ( 1 ) About two years ago a young ...
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... presumed that any body or any thing may be damned in verse by poetical license ; and , in case of accident , I beg leave to plead so illustrious a pre- cedent Let Havard's ( 1 ) fate o'ertake him , who 86 HINTS FROM HORACE .
... presumed that any body or any thing may be damned in verse by poetical license ; and , in case of accident , I beg leave to plead so illustrious a pre- cedent Let Havard's ( 1 ) fate o'ertake him , who 86 HINTS FROM HORACE .
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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.