Byron: the Last PhaseA detailed study of the last years of Byron's life. This is probably the most exhausting coverage of this particular aspect of Byron's life. |
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Page 60 - Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime. As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene, And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
Page 61 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Page 231 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Page 260 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen ; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Page 290 - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe...
Page 272 - You will proceed in pleasure, and in pride, Beloved and loving many; all is o'er For me on earth, except some years to hide My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's core; These I could bear, but cannot cast aside The passion which still rages as before— And so farewell— forgive me, love me— No, That word is idle now— but let it go.
Page 292 - Too much, as I loved thee ; we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
Page 194 - Here I told his lordship, in a state of the greatest perplexity, that I had not understood a word of what ne said ; to which he replied, " Oh, my God ! then all is lost, for it is now too late ! Can it be possible you have not understood me ?" " No, my lord," said I, " but I pray you to try and inform me once more.
Page 73 - 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 fear, 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 203 - Je ne suis fait comme aucun de ceux que j'ai vus ; j'ose croire n'être fait comme aucun de ceux qui existent. Si je ne vaux pas mieux, au moins je suis autre.