Lord Byron Vindicated: Or, Rome and Her PilgrimSimpkin, Marshall & Company, 1876 - 147 psl. |
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... the ivied wall Telleth all Time thy glory whose recoil Mankind bewaileth with thee , for thy fall Hath shatter'd unborn Empires waiting but thy call ! ( 1 ) W Rome . CANTO I. HERE now thy vanish'd glories Lord Byron Vindicated .
... the ivied wall Telleth all Time thy glory whose recoil Mankind bewaileth with thee , for thy fall Hath shatter'd unborn Empires waiting but thy call ! ( 1 ) W Rome . CANTO I. HERE now thy vanish'd glories Lord Byron Vindicated .
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... glories , and the Car Wherein th ' empurpl'd Victor met the gaze Of Rome's free populace , when , from afar , The trump announc'd the Triumph's splendid blaze ? Where , where are these ? O , light of latter days ! Can'st thou not pierce ...
... glories , and the Car Wherein th ' empurpl'd Victor met the gaze Of Rome's free populace , when , from afar , The trump announc'd the Triumph's splendid blaze ? Where , where are these ? O , light of latter days ! Can'st thou not pierce ...
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... glories dwelt not ! - If Distress Were canopied above her ' twas a kind Of natural Retribution , for we find Each star's dim declination doth succeed Its too meridian splendour ! God design'd Man in His holy image , yet decreed The ...
... glories dwelt not ! - If Distress Were canopied above her ' twas a kind Of natural Retribution , for we find Each star's dim declination doth succeed Its too meridian splendour ! God design'd Man in His holy image , yet decreed The ...
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... glories , till the tongue Of the Arch - Tempter charm'd us to the brink Of everlasting Ruin , where , among Earth's host of prurient passions , still we drink This Hemlock of the Mind , and more degraded sink ! overthrew the giants ...
... glories , till the tongue Of the Arch - Tempter charm'd us to the brink Of everlasting Ruin , where , among Earth's host of prurient passions , still we drink This Hemlock of the Mind , and more degraded sink ! overthrew the giants ...
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... glories , should decline His mind to sensual Pleasure when his flight Hymns with the star - eyed Cherubs , where " The Nine " ( 2 ) Breathe o'er th ' exalted Soul a spirit all divine ! ( ' ) The snaky head of the Gorgon , Medusa ...
... glories , should decline His mind to sensual Pleasure when his flight Hymns with the star - eyed Cherubs , where " The Nine " ( 2 ) Breathe o'er th ' exalted Soul a spirit all divine ! ( ' ) The snaky head of the Gorgon , Medusa ...
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Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
Lord Byron Vindicated, Or: Rome and Her Pilgrim. By Manfred (pseud.) Elliott W. Preston Visos knygos peržiūra - 1876 |
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afar Age of Fable Ancient Rome beam beautiful blest blood bove breast breath bright Brutus Bulfinch Byron's Childe Harold CANTO CANTO II Circus Circus Maximus clime Coliseum dark dead deep Desolation deux doth dust Earth eternal Faerie Queene fair fame fell flower fond Genius Giaour Gibbon's Rome glories grave hath haught heart Heaven Hector Hyacinthus immortal introductory Ivy green Julius Cæsar Justice King Richard III lone Lord Lord Byron Love's Lucius Junius Brutus Mark Antony memory mighty Mind mould neath Night noble o'er pale Palinurus Passion Patroclus pieds poem poet Pompey prayer proud Rome's Scene seem'd shadow Shakespeare's Hamlet shame smote song Soul Soul's sown Spirit Stanza starr'd stars stern stone sweet tear thee thine thou art thou did'st thou shalt thou wert thy name Time's unto Victories of Julian voice waves whilst wild wind
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99 psl. - The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion; how they fled, When, like Apollo, from his golden bow The Pythian of the age one arrow sped And smiled! The spoilers tempt no second blow, They fawn on the proud feet that spurn them lying low.
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102 psl. - 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.
121 psl. - So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
59 psl. - 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...
125 psl. - 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?
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2 psl. - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee?