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Page 7 - So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 11 - IN THE VAULT BENEATH, WHERE MANY OF HIS ANCESTORS AND HIS MOTHER ARE BURIED, LIE THE REMAINS OF GEORGE GORDON NOEL BYRON, LORD BYRON, OF ROCHDALE, IN THE COUNTY OF LANCASTER, THE AUTHOR OF "CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
Page 7 - START not — nor deem my spirit fled : In me behold the only skull, From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I lived, I loved, I quaff'd, like thee ; I died : let earth my bones resign : Fill up — thou canst not injure me ; The worm hath fouler lips than thine. Better to hold the sparkling grape, Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood ; And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of gods, than reptile's...
Page 7 - Unhappy White !" while life was in its spring, And thy young Muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the gvave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science 'self destroy'd her favourite son!
Page 6 - THE poesy of this young Lord belongs to the class which neither gods nor men are said to permit. Indeed, we do not recollect to have seen a quantity of verse with so few deviations in either direction from that exact standard.
Page 10 - The inscription thereon is as follows : Beneath, in a Vault lies interred the body of RICHARD LORD BYRON, who, with the rest of his Family, being seven Brothers, faithfully served King Charles the First in the Civil Wars, who suffered much for their loyalty, and lost all their present fortunes ; yet it pleased God so to bless the humble endeavours of the said Richard Lord Byron, that he repurchased part of their ancient inheritance, which he left to his posterity, with a laudable memory for his great...
Page 3 - It makes me uncomfortable, my lord, to see you sitting there in such pain as I know you must be suffering. » « Never mind, Mr Rogers,» answered the boy ; « you shall not see any signs of it in me.
Page 8 - House, the conversation turned upon "first love." Tom Moore compared it to a potato, " because it shoots from the eyes.
Page 11 - He was born in London on the 22d of January, 1788. He died at Missolonghi, in Western Greece, on the 19th of April, 1824, Engaged in the Glorious Attempt to restore that Country to her ancient Freedom and Renown. His sister, the Honourable Augusta Mary Leigh, Placed this Tablet to his Memory.