The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,John Murray, 1833 |
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... smiles . Lucifer . But you have seen his angels . Cain . Lucifer . Sufficiently to see they love your brother : His sacrifices are acceptable . Rarely . But Cain . So be they ! wherefore speak to me of this ? Lucifer . Because thou hast ...
... smiles . Lucifer . But you have seen his angels . Cain . Lucifer . Sufficiently to see they love your brother : His sacrifices are acceptable . Rarely . But Cain . So be they ! wherefore speak to me of this ? Lucifer . Because thou hast ...
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... smiles , and sleeps ! - Sleep And smile , thou little , young inheritor [ on Of a world scarce less young : sleep on , and smile ! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit— Thou ...
... smiles , and sleeps ! - Sleep And smile , thou little , young inheritor [ on Of a world scarce less young : sleep on , and smile ! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit— Thou ...
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... ( smiling ) . Why ! wouldst thou have it so ? Jos . Have it a healthful current . Wer . I would Let it flow Until ' tis spilt or check'd - how soon , I care not . Jos . And am I nothing in thy heart ? Wer . All - all . Jos . Then canst ...
... ( smiling ) . Why ! wouldst thou have it so ? Jos . Have it a healthful current . Wer . I would Let it flow Until ' tis spilt or check'd - how soon , I care not . Jos . And am I nothing in thy heart ? Wer . All - all . Jos . Then canst ...
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... smile ? Ulr . A poor man almost in his grasp At your vain fears : a child Of doubtless birth - can startle a grandee ! Stral . All's to be fear'd , where all is to be gain'd . Ulr . True ; and aught done to save or to obtain it . Stral ...
... smile ? Ulr . A poor man almost in his grasp At your vain fears : a child Of doubtless birth - can startle a grandee ! Stral . All's to be fear'd , where all is to be gain'd . Ulr . True ; and aught done to save or to obtain it . Stral ...
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... ( smiling ) . Are we not so ? Ida . Yes , but I do not like the name ; methinks It sounds so cold , as if you thought upon Our pedigree , and only weigh'd our blood . Ulr . ( starting ) . Blood ! Ida . Why does yours start from your ...
... ( smiling ) . Are we not so ? Ida . Yes , but I do not like the name ; methinks It sounds so cold , as if you thought upon Our pedigree , and only weigh'd our blood . Ulr . ( starting ) . Blood ! Ida . Why does yours start from your ...
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Page 70 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful, and good husbandry : Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all ; admonishing, That we should 'dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself.
Page 358 - 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...
Page 266 - For ever tomb'd beneath the stone, Where — taming thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side. Drop upon Fox's grave the tear, 'Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PiTT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound.
Page 22 - My father could not keep his place in Eden. What had / done in this ? — I was unborn : I sought not to be born ; nor love the state To which that birth has brought me. Why did he Yield to the serpent and the woman ? or, Yielding, why suffer ? What was there in this...
Page 359 - The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 5 - Evil, be thou my good,' are from that very poem, from the mouth of Satan ; and is there any thing more in that of Lucifer in the Mystery? ' Cain' is nothing more than a drama, not a piece of argument. If Lucifer and Cain speak as the first murderer and the first rebel may be supposed to speak...
Page 359 - 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. But 'tis not thus - and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free.
Page 326 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Page 281 - The blest Alliance, which says three are all ! An earthly Trinity ! which wears the shape Of heaven's, as man is mimicked by the ape. A pious unity ! in purpose one — To melt three fools to a Napoleon.
Page 1 - Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the LORD GOD had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath GOD said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden...