The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Հատոր 14John Murray, 1847 |
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... Ne'er raise to Heaven the supplicating voice ? Not so ; but to the gods his fortunes trust ; Their thoughts are wise , their dispensations just . What best may profit or delight they know , And real good for fancied bliss bestow ; With ...
... Ne'er raise to Heaven the supplicating voice ? Not so ; but to the gods his fortunes trust ; Their thoughts are wise , their dispensations just . What best may profit or delight they know , And real good for fancied bliss bestow ; With ...
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... ne'er had been Aught else but dust ! Lucifer . That is a groveling wish , Less than thy father's , for he wish'd to know . Cain . But not to live , or wherefore pluck'd he not The life - tree ? Lucifer . Cain . He was hinder'd . Deadly ...
... ne'er had been Aught else but dust ! Lucifer . That is a groveling wish , Less than thy father's , for he wish'd to know . Cain . But not to live , or wherefore pluck'd he not The life - tree ? Lucifer . Cain . He was hinder'd . Deadly ...
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... ne'er bow'd ( 1 ) [ Most of Lord Byron's spleen against " My Grandmother's Review , the British , " may be traced to its critique on Cain , -e . g . " We have heard it remarked , that a great deal of premeditated mischief is couched ...
... ne'er bow'd ( 1 ) [ Most of Lord Byron's spleen against " My Grandmother's Review , the British , " may be traced to its critique on Cain , -e . g . " We have heard it remarked , that a great deal of premeditated mischief is couched ...
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... Ne'er the less , Thou art my worshipper : not worshipping Him makes thee mine the same . Cain . Lucifer . Thou ' lt know here — and hereafter . Cain . Be taught the mystery of my being . Lucifer . Where I will lead thee . Cain . And ...
... Ne'er the less , Thou art my worshipper : not worshipping Him makes thee mine the same . Cain . Lucifer . Thou ' lt know here — and hereafter . Cain . Be taught the mystery of my being . Lucifer . Where I will lead thee . Cain . And ...
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... plighted to return , My spirit buoys thee up to breathe in regions Where all is breathless save thyself . Gaze on But do not think to dwell here till thine hour Is come . Cain . And these , too ; can they ne'er 62 АСТ 1 CAIN .
... plighted to return , My spirit buoys thee up to breathe in regions Where all is breathless save thyself . Gaze on But do not think to dwell here till thine hour Is come . Cain . And these , too ; can they ne'er 62 АСТ 1 CAIN .
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron,Thomas Moore Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1834 |
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Էջ 354 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Էջ 289 - The peace has made one general malcontent Of these high-market patriots; war was rent! Their love of country, millions all misspent, How reconcile? by reconciling rent!
Էջ 355 - Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best ; Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Էջ 264 - Where — taming thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Էջ 355 - No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus - and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.
Էջ 5 - The attempt to bully you, because they think it will not succeed with me, seems to me as atrocious an attempt as ever disgraced the times. What! when Gibbon's, Hume's, Priestley's, and Drummond's publishers have been allowed to rest in peace for seventy years, are you to be singled out for a work of fiction, not of history or argument? There must be something at the bottom of this — some private enemy of your own : it is otherwise incredible.
Էջ 300 - The women at Otaheite are handsome, mild and cheerful in their manners and conversation, possessed of great sensibility, and have sufficient delicacy to make them admired and beloved. The chiefs were so much attached to our people, that they rather encouraged their stay among them than otherwise, and even made them promises of large possessions. Under these, and many other...
Էջ 293 - There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place: There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul: And he, whose lightning pierced the' Iberian lines, Now forms my quincunx, and now ranks my vines; Or tames the genius of the stubborn plain, Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain.
Էջ 295 - While throng'd the chiefs of every Highland clan To hail their brother, Vich Ian Alderman ! Guildhall grows Gael, and echoes with Erse roar, While all the Common Council cry " Claymore !" To see proud Albyn's tartans as a belt Gird the gross sirloin of a city Celt...
Էջ 2 - The fiend-like reasoning and bold blasphemy of the fiend and of his pupil, lead exactly to the point which was to be expected — the commission of the first murder, and the ruin and despair of the perpetrator.