The works of lord Byron, containing Werner, Heaven and earth, Morgante maggiore, Age of bronze, Island, Vision of judgment and Deformed transformed

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Page 53 - He who first met the Highlands' swelling blue Will love each peak that shows a kindred hue, Hail in each crag a friend's familiar face, And clasp the mountain in his mind's embrace. Long have I...
Page 171 - In the first year of freedom's second dawn Died George the Third ; although no tyrant, one Who shielded tyrants, till each sense withdrawn Left him nor mental nor external sun : A...
Page 166 - Sir, I'm ready to write yours, In two octavo volumes, nicely bound, With notes and preface, all that most allures The pious purchaser...
Page 122 - The .angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.
Page 52 - The bread-tree, which, without the ploughshare, yields The unreap'd harvest of unfurrow'd fields, And bakes its unadulterated loaves Without a furnace in unpurchased groves, And flings off famine from its fertile breast, A priceless market for the gathering guest...
Page 202 - I feel my immortality o'ersweep All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal, Like the eternal thunders of the deep, Into my ears this truth— "thou liv'st for ever!
Page 18 - The first to make a malady of peace. For what were all these country patriots born ? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn ? But corn, like every mortal thing, must fall, Kings, conquerors, and markets most of all.
Page 110 - Come, captain Bligh, your officers and men are now in the boat and you must go with them; if you attempt to make the least resistance you will instantly be put to death...
Page 58 - How often we forget all time, when lone, Admiring Nature's universal throne, Her woods, her wilds, her waters, the intense Reply of hers to our intelligence...
Page 126 - Of aught but tears — save those shed by collusion. For these things may be bought at their true worth; Of elegy there was the due infusion — Bought also; and the torches, cloaks, and banners, Heralds, and relics of old Gothic manners, x.

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