Lord Byron Vindicated;or Rome and Her Pilgrim1876 |
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afar Age of Fable Ancient Rome beam Beauty blended blest blood bove breast breath bright brow Brutus Bulfinch Byron's Childe Harold CANTO CANTO II Circus Circus Maximus clime Coliseum dark dead deep Desolation deux did'st doth dust Earth eternal Faerie Queene fair fame fell flower fond Genius Giaour Gibbon's Rome glories grave hath heart Heaven Hector Hyacinthus immortal introductory Ivy green Julian Julius Cæsar Justice King Richard lone Lord Byron Love's Lucius Junius Brutus Mark Antony memory mighty Mind Mind's mould naught neath Night noble o'er pale Palinurus Passion Patroclus pieds Pilgrim poem Pompey prayer proud Richard III Rome's Scene seem'd shadow Shakespeare's Hamlet shame smote song Soul Soul's Spirit Stanza starr'd stars stern sweet tears thee thine thou art thou shalt thou wert thy name Time's unto Victories vindication voice waves whilst wild wind
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Page 93 - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Page 115 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 101 - Let not the land, once proud of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make...
Page 62 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 96 - Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? Who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, And speaketh the truth in his heart.
Page 53 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page xxiii - Not all " — the Echoes answer me — " not all ! Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever From us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise, As melody from Memnon to the Sun. We rule the hearts of mightiest men — we rule With a despotic sway all giant minds. We are not impotent — we pallid stones. Not all our power is gone — not all our fame — Not all the magic of our high renown — Not all the wonder that encircles us — Not all the mysteries that in us lie — Not all the memories that hang...
Page 119 - If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
Page 113 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 7 - Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know. Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more kiss; And now mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this." With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died.