The Lament of Tasso ; Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte ; And, Monody on the Death of SheridanJohn Murray, 1823 - 32 էջ |
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Adores ALBEMARLE-STREET banquet Bards borne breast breath Calumny CANTO cell CHILDE HAROLD cloud DAVISON dear deathless debase decay delight despair dreamed dungeon dwell Earth EDITION Evil Fame fate feeling Ferrara Fiend's arch mock fire from Heaven flash flower Foolscap 8vo forget frenzy fulness gaze Genius Glory grave hark hast hath heart hoard holy hour inly JOHN MURRAY KENNETH MATHESON TAYLOR knew LAMENT OF TASSO Leonora Letters of Tasso light LONDON LORD BYRON madness maniac mankind mightiest mind mirth MONODY mood mortal Mourn Nameless NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE ne'er o'er OCTAVO ODE TO NAPOLEON pain PARISINA POEMS poet's praise pride Printed uniformly prisoned proud rend repose RIGHT HONOURABLE sceptre shame SHERIDAN shrine softness soul spirit Sullen Summer's sweet TAYLOR FUND thee thine things thou art Thou too art thou wert thought throne Thy brother torture tyrant vainly weep Wherewith WHITEFRIARS wondrous wretched wroth wrung
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Էջ 23 - The Roman, when his burning heart Was slaked with blood of Rome, Threw down the dagger — dared depart, In savage grandeur, home. — He dared depart in utter scorn Of men that such a yoke had borne, Yet left him such a doom! His only glory was that hour Of self-upheld abandon'd power.
Էջ 17 - Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!
Էջ 23 - Weigh'd in the balance, hero dust Is vile as vulgar clay ; Thy scales, Mortality ! are just To all that pass away...
Էջ 23 - Tis done — but yesterday a King ! And arm'd with Kings to strive — And now thou art a nameless thing : So abject — yet alive ! Is this the man of thousand thrones, Who strew'd our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive ? — Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star, Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.
Էջ 23 - Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind, Thou taught'st the rest to see.
Էջ 23 - Thanks for that lesson. — It will teach To after-warriors more Than high Philosophy can preach, And vainly preached before. That spell upon the minds of men Breaks, never to unite again, That led them to adore Those Pagod things of sabre sway With fronts of brass and feet of clay.