"Sydney's" Letter to the King: And Other Correspondence, Connected with the Reported Exclusion of Lord Byron's Monument from Westminster AbbeyJ. Cawthorn, 1828 - 56 pàgines |
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Abbey Adah's love adore ambition of coping arguments of Lucifer ascends to Heaven's aspirations Author awful malison benevolence best and fairest bosom Cain conveys Cain hardened cause character of Cain CHILDE HAROLD Christian close contempla content and peace corse COURIER Creator daring ambition dead Deity doubt the wisdom dust earth puts EDITOR genius Greece Heaven Heaven's gate honour humanity intractable energy leave thee letter lofty spirit Lord Byron LORD BYRON'S Monument Lordship's love for Adah Majesty malison is pronounced Mark the content mind of Cain Morning Post mysteries now.-Behold the mind passions peace which spring perfect reliance picture now.-Behold prayer of thanksgiving Pride and self-will recoil reliance they inculcate religion reverence Reverse the picture Rupert Street Scotland seek self-will have taken Sir Walter Scott springs of moral suit of unlawful Sydney temper of mind things thunder roll tion of evil tomb unhappy offspring unlawful knowledge vegetative beauty Westminster Abbey
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Pàgina 26 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone: The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone ! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile ! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Pàgina 27 - 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.
Pàgina 40 - Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Pàgina 12 - The charging cheer, Though Death's pale horse lead on the chase, Shall still be dear. And place our trophies where men kneel To Heaven! — but Heaven rebukes my zeal! The cause of Truth and human weal, O God above! Transfer it from the sword's appeal To Peace and Love.
Pàgina 46 - But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind — And is he dead, whose glorious mind ' Lifts thine on high ? — To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
Pàgina 26 - The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle ; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 'tis not thus — and 'tis not here — Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow.
Pàgina 47 - As clay hath seldom borne; his aspirations Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth, And they have only taught him what we know — That knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance.
Pàgina 40 - My mother Earth! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight— thou shin'st not on my heart.
Pàgina 25 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...