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ABBOT ACCOUNT answer Appear aspect Author bear beautiful beneath blood Boards breath clay close clouds containing death dost doth Drawings dread dwell earth Edition elements England Engravings Enter eyes fatal fear feel follow France French further give hand hast hath hear heart heaven HERMAN History hour illustrated immortal JAMES JOHN knowledge late Literature live London Longman look LORD MANFRED MANUEL Master Memoirs mind mortal mountain nature never night Notes o'er once original past pause Plates POEM POLITICAL present Price Price 21 printed Published reply rest rise ROBERT Royal SCENE Second Society soul speak SPEECHES SPIRIT star strange thee thine things THIRD THOMAS thou art thoughts Three thyself torture Translated TRAVELS University View voice vols Volume wandering wave wind wish WITCH Аввот
Стр. 68 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber: and, More near, from out the Caesars...
Стр. 33 - tis but the same; My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Стр. 31 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Стр. 69 - But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection ! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.
Стр. 61 - Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age...
Стр. 19 - ... tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest spring ; From thy own smile I...
Стр. 36 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I hod not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own— I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Стр. 51 - Hear me, hear me — Astarte! —my beloved! speak to me: I have so much endured — so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee : we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.