The Works of Lord Byron, Band 5

J. Murray, 1825
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Seite 309 - Souls who dare use their immortality — Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good...
Seite 291 - 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...
Seite 189 - DOGE turns, and addresses the Executioner. Slave, do thine office ! Strike as I struck the foe ! Strike as I would Have struck those tyrants ! Strike deep as my curse ! Strike — and but once ! [ The DOGE throws himself upon his knees, and as the Executioner raises his sword the scene closes.
Seite 81 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which o'erpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom...
Seite 338 - 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?
Seite 274 - Many are poets but without the name, For what is poesy but to create From overfeeling good or ill ; and aim At an external life beyond our fate, And be the new Prometheus of new men, Bestowing fire from heaven, and then, too late, Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain...
Seite 8 - Those words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee dear. My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee: But hence! 'tis gone: I give it to the winds: Caesar, I'm wholly thine — SCENE VI SYPHAX, SEMPRONIUS.
Seite 369 - I have a victor — true ; but no superior. Homage he has from all — but none from me : I battle it against him, as I battled In highest heaven. Through all eternity, And the unfathomable gulfs of Hades, And the interminable realms of space, And the infinity of endless ages, All, all, will I dispute...
Seite 235 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 312 - By being Yourselves, in your resistance. Nothing can Quench the mind, if the mind will be itself And centre of surrounding things — 'tis made To sway.

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