The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2J. Murray, 1899 |
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Pagina v
... fair copy of the first draft of the Fourth Canto , together with the MS . of the additional stanzas , in Byron's handwriting [ MS . M. ] ; ( vi . ) a second fair copy of the Fourth Canto , as completed , in Byron's hand- writing [ D ...
... fair copy of the first draft of the Fourth Canto , together with the MS . of the additional stanzas , in Byron's handwriting [ MS . M. ] ; ( vi . ) a second fair copy of the Fourth Canto , as completed , in Byron's hand- writing [ D ...
Pagina xix
... fair Cadiz ! yea , a long adieu ! " — lxxxvi . Such be the sons of Spain , and strange her Fate , " - 66 29 lxxxviii . " Flows there a tear of Pity for the dead ? lxxxix . " Not yet , alas ! the dreadful work is done , ” - XC . " Not ...
... fair Cadiz ! yea , a long adieu ! " — lxxxvi . Such be the sons of Spain , and strange her Fate , " - 66 29 lxxxviii . " Flows there a tear of Pity for the dead ? lxxxix . " Not yet , alas ! the dreadful work is done , ” - XC . " Not ...
Pagina 12
... fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , 1 And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the Rainbow ...
... fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , 1 And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the Rainbow ...
Pagina 24
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the Saintship of an Anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the ...
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the Saintship of an Anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the ...
Pagina 27
... fair face I have not seen For three long years and moe . iii . Oh master dear I do not cry From fear of wave or wind .- [ MS . ] myself , he seems a friendless animal . Tell Mr. Rushton his son is well , and doing well " ( letter to Mrs ...
... fair face I have not seen For three long years and moe . iii . Oh master dear I do not cry From fear of wave or wind .- [ MS . ] myself , he seems a friendless animal . Tell Mr. Rushton his son is well , and doing well " ( letter to Mrs ...
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Pagina 230 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Pagina 233 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pagina 116 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Pagina 232 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Pagina 261 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Pagina 460 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Pagina 458 - 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...
Pagina 64 - How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
Pagina 249 - The castled Crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine ; And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Pagina 459 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.