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... first , with his own proud , prophetic words : - " " " But there is that within me that shall tire Torture and Time , and breathe when I expire . " ETHEL COLBURN MAYNE I ACKNOWLEDGMENTS WISH to give very grateful thanks to those viii BYRON.
... first , with his own proud , prophetic words : - " " " But there is that within me that shall tire Torture and Time , and breathe when I expire . " ETHEL COLBURN MAYNE I ACKNOWLEDGMENTS WISH to give very grateful thanks to those viii BYRON.
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Ethel Colburn Mayne. I ACKNOWLEDGMENTS WISH to give very grateful thanks to those who have helped me in my work , and to those who have , by their kindness , added a value to this book which it could not otherwise have boasted . Of the ...
Ethel Colburn Mayne. I ACKNOWLEDGMENTS WISH to give very grateful thanks to those who have helped me in my work , and to those who have , by their kindness , added a value to this book which it could not otherwise have boasted . Of the ...
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... wish to have the child on a couple of days ' visit . Mrs. Byron demurred , but the nurse declared that if his father kept the boy one night , he would certainly not keep him another . Her presage was fulfilled . When she went next ...
... wish to have the child on a couple of days ' visit . Mrs. Byron demurred , but the nurse declared that if his father kept the boy one night , he would certainly not keep him another . Her presage was fulfilled . When she went next ...
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... wish to see him , Drury hastened up to London . Carlisle was anxious to discuss future prospects , and to hear his view of the boy's abilities . " He will never be a rich man , " said the guardian . Drury made no comment on that , but ...
... wish to see him , Drury hastened up to London . Carlisle was anxious to discuss future prospects , and to hear his view of the boy's abilities . " He will never be a rich man , " said the guardian . Drury made no comment on that , but ...
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... wish to read them " , Byron answered , delightfully in the tone of them all ; but then , forgetting the pose of a profligate abashed before the beloved mentor of youth , he added eagerly , " What do you think of The Corsair ? " Truly he ...
... wish to read them " , Byron answered , delightfully in the tone of them all ; but then , forgetting the pose of a profligate abashed before the beloved mentor of youth , he added eagerly , " What do you think of The Corsair ? " Truly he ...
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Стр. 299 - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Стр. 88 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Стр. 289 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Стр. 251 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Стр. 314 - I say that Maddalo is proud, because I can find no other word to express the concentered and impatient feelings which consume him; but it is on his own hopes and affections only that he seems to trample, for in social life no human being can be more gentle, patient, and unassuming than Maddalo. He is cheerful, frank, and witty. His more serious conversation is a sort of intoxication; men are held by it as by a spell. He has travelled much ; and there is an inexpressible charm in his relation of his...
Стр. 288 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Стр. 186 - Sun-burnt his cheek, his forehead high and pale The sable curls in wild profusion veil; And oft perforce his rising lip reveals The haughtier thought it curbs, but scarce conceals Though smooth his voice, and calm his general mien Still seems there something he would not have seen His features...
Стр. 209 - I saw him stand Before an Altar — with a gentle bride ; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood ; — as he stood Even at the altar, o'er his brow there...
Стр. 289 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Стр. 386 - That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope.