The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake (Google eBook)

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Page 380 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Page 383 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Page 392 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Page 386 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind : With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Page 136 - tis the land of the Sun Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Page 209 - 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 389 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Page 387 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath My brothers both had ceased to breathe.
Page 135 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 377 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether ! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye ? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden ? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion at which my soul aches to think Intoxicated with eternity...

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