The Life of Lord ByronH. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1832 - 368 pages |
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Abbey acquainted adventures affair afterwards Albanian alludes appeared arrived Athens beauty Brême Bride of Abydos canto cause celebrated Cephalonia CHAPTER character Childe Harold Christian circumstances Constantinople Countess Guiccioli course curious described Doctor Don Juan effect English expressed eyes fancy feelings felt genius Genoa Giaour Greece Greek Guiccioli heard heart Hobhouse honour Hunt imagination impression incident Italian Joannina kind Lady Byron letter living Lord Byron Lordship Manfred manner Marco Botzaris ment mind Missolonghi morning mother mountain nature never Newstead Newstead Abbey night o'er object occasion opinion Pashaw passage passed passion Patras perhaps person Pisa poem poet poetical poetry possessed Prevesa probably racter rank Ravenna recollect remarkable replied residence respect satire scene seemed seen sent sentiments spirit Suliotes supposed thing thought tion took travellers Turks verses vizier young
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Page 127 - Such is the aspect of this shore ; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.
Page 363 - 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 in Newfoundland, May, 1803, and died at Newstead, Nov.
Page 202 - They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Page 200 - To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil In the hot throng...
Page 203 - My slumbers — if I slumber — are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not : in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within ; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men. But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.
Page 193 - There breathe but few whose aspect might defy The full encounter of his searching eye: He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek, At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back his scrutiny, Lest he to Conrad rather should betray Some secret thought, than drag that chiefs to day.
Page 126 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 216 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Page 204 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death...
Page 126 - Morea's hills the setting sun; not as in northern climes obscurely bright, but one unclouded blaze of living light : o'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows. On old jEgina's rock and Idra's isle the god of gladness sheds his parting smile; o'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, though there his altars are no more divine.