The Life, Writings, Opinions, and Times of the Right Hon. George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron: Including ... Anecdotes, and Memoirs of the Lives of the Most Eminent and Eccentric, Public and Noble Characters and Courtiers of the ... Age and Court of His Majesty King George the Fourth. In the Course of the Biography is Also Separately Given, Copious Recollections of the Lately Destroyed Ms. Originally Intended for Posthumous Publication, and Entitled: Memoirs of My Own Life and Times, Volume 3

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Page 364 - I have received your letter. I need not say, that the extract which it contains has affected me, because it would imply a want of all feeling to have read it with indifference.
Page 86 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Page 277 - Uprear'd of human hands. Come, and compare Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek, With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air...
Page 414 - Within this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Oh ! happiest they of human race, To whom our God, has given grace, To hear, to read, to four, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way ; But better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Page 219 - Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Page 219 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move; Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile.
Page 269 - I must sleep now ;' upon which he laid down never to rise again ! for he did not move hand or foot during the following twenty-four hours. His lordship appeared, however, to be in a state of suffocation at intervals, and had a frequent rattling in the throat ; on these occasions, I called Tita to assist me in raising his head, and I thought he seemed to get quite stiff. The rattling and...
Page 239 - The supplies of the Committee are, some, useful, and all excellent in their kind, but occasionally hardly practical enough, in the present state of Greece; for instance, the mathematical instruments are thrown away — none of the Greeks know a problem from a poker — we must conquer first, and plan afterwards. The use of the trumpets, too, may be doubted, unless Constantinople were Jericho, for the Hellenists have no ears for bugles, and you must send us somebody to listen to them.
Page 219 - Greece around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (Not Greece — She is awake!) Awake, my spirit ! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home!
Page 362 - ... more extensive benefit than his past conduct and writings have been of evil ; and may the Sun of righteousness, which, we trust, will, at some future period, arise on him, be bright in proportion to the darkness of those clouds which guilt has raised around him, and the balm which it bestows, healing and soothing in proportion to the keenness of that agony which the punishment of his vices has inflicted on him...