The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, 1832 |
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Page 64 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
Page 307 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Page 196 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there, and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures, and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Page 296 - Two days ago, I was nearly lost in a Turkish ship of war, owing to the ignorance of the captain and crew, though the storm was not violent. Fletcher yelled after his wife, the Greeks called on all the saints, the Mussulmans on Alia, the captain burst into tears, and ran below deck, telling us to call on God; the sails were split, the...
Page 86 - Byron, I have some news for you.' — ' Well, what is it ?' — ' Take out your handkerchief first, for you will want it.' — ' Nonsense !' — ' Take out your handkerchief, I say." He did so, to humour her. 'Miss Chaworth is married.' An expression, very peculiar, impossible to describe, passed over his pale face, and he hurried his handkerchief into his pocket, saying, with an affected air of coldness and nonchalance, ' Is that all ?' — ' Why, I expected you would have been plunged in grief...
Page 81 - Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers, — it would have joined lands broad and rich, it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill matched in years (she is two years my elder), and — and — and — what has been the result ? " In the dances of the evening at Matlock, Miss VOL.
Page 22 - I strode through the pine-cover'd glade; I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star ; For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr. "Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale ?" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 276 - ... figure lying across him in the same position. To add to the wonder, on putting his hand forth to touch this form, he found the uniform, in which it appeared to be dressed, dripping wet. On the entrance of one of his brother officers, to whom he called out in alarm, the apparition vanished ; but in a few months after he received the startling intelligence that on that night his brother had been drowned in the Indian seas. Of the supernatural character of this appearance, Captain Kidd himself did...
Page 195 - I hold virtue in general, or the virtues severally, to be only in the disposition, each a feeling, not a principle.* I believe truth the prime attribute of the Deity ; and death an eternal sleep, at least of the body. You have here a brief compendium of the sentiments of the wicked George Lord Byron ; and, till I get a new suit, you will perceive I am badly clothed. I remain,
Page 199 - Then farewell, Horace ; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine ; it is a curse To understand, not feel thy lyric flow, To comprehend, but never love thy verse...