Life of Lord Byron

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W. Scott, 1890 - 215 pages
 

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Page 80 - I have traversed the seat of war in the Peninsula, I have been in some of the most oppressed provinces of Turkey; but never under the most despotic of infidel governments did I behold such squalid wretchedness as I have seen since my return in the very heart of a Christian country.
Page 156 - The king-times are fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and tears like mist ; but the peoples will conquer in the end. I shall not live to see it, but I foresee it.
Page 141 - His passions and his powers are incomparably greater than those of other men ; and, instead of the latter having been employed in curbing the former, they have mutually lent each other strength. His ambition preys upon itself, for want of objects which it can consider worthy of exertion.
Page 13 - tis but just The many-headed beast should know." Ah shameless ! for he did but sing A song that pleased us from its worth ; No public life was his on earth, No blazon'd statesman he, nor king.
Page 27 - Left by his sire, too young such loss to know, Lord of himself; — that heritage of woe, That fearful empire which the human breast But holds to rob the heart within of rest!— VOL.
Page 89 - Like the old heroes in Homer, we exchanged gifts ; — I gave Byron a beautiful dagger mounted with gold, which had been the property of the redoubted Elfi Bey. But I was to play the part of Diomed, in the Iliad ; for Byron sent me, some time after, a large sepulchral vase of silver.
Page 66 - When he had gone through them, the Chancellor quitted his seat, and went towards him with a smile, putting out his hand warmly to welcome him ; and, though I did not catch his words, I saw that he paid him some compliment. This was all thrown away upon Lord Byron, who made a stitl bow, and put the tips of his fingers into the Chancellor's hand.
Page 187 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? 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.

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