Manfred,: A Dramatic Poem, Volume 2John Murray, Albemarle-Street., 1817 - 73 pages |
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... look within ; and yet I live , and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of ...
... look within ; and yet I live , and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men . But grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of ...
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... Look not upon me thus reproachfully— Ye were not meant for me- -Earth ! take these atoms ! ( As Manfred is in act to spring from the cliff , the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp . ) C. HUN . Hold , madman ...
... Look not upon me thus reproachfully— Ye were not meant for me- -Earth ! take these atoms ! ( As Manfred is in act to spring from the cliff , the CHAMOIS HUNTER seizes and retains him with a sudden grasp . ) C. HUN . Hold , madman ...
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... . Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage- One of the many chiefs , whose castled crags Look o'er the lower valleys - which of these May call thee Lord ? I only know their portals ; My way of life leads me but rarely down To 26 ...
... . Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high lineage- One of the many chiefs , whose castled crags Look o'er the lower valleys - which of these May call thee Lord ? I only know their portals ; My way of life leads me but rarely down To 26 ...
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... Look on me - I live . C. HUN . This is convulsion , and no healthful life . MAN . I tell thee , man ! I have lived many years , Many long years , but they are nothing now To those which I must number : ages - ages- Space and eternity ...
... Look on me - I live . C. HUN . This is convulsion , and no healthful life . MAN . I tell thee , man ! I have lived many years , Many long years , but they are nothing now To those which I must number : ages - ages- Space and eternity ...
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... look'st upon ? MAN . Myself , and thee — a peasant of the Alps- Thy humble virtues , hospitable home , And spirit patient , pious , proud and free ; Thy self - respect , grafted on innocent thoughts ; Thy days of health , and nights of ...
... look'st upon ? MAN . Myself , and thee — a peasant of the Alps- Thy humble virtues , hospitable home , And spirit patient , pious , proud and free ; Thy self - respect , grafted on innocent thoughts ; Thy days of health , and nights of ...
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answer ASTARTE Author beautiful beneath bidding Boards breath Castle of Manfred CHAMOIS HUNTER clay clouds death DESTINIES doth dread dwell earth Eleuthera Engravings Enter the ABBOT Exit MANFRED eyes fatal France French Glory to Arimanes Hast thou hath heart heaven hell HERMAN hour HURST illustrated JOHN large Paper late live London Longman look LORD LORD BYRON MANUEL Memoirs Mix'd mortal mountain Mysore NEMESIS night o'er ocean Octavo ORME PACIFIC OCEAN Pausanias pause PHAN Plates POEM Poet Laureate Portraits Price 21 printed Quarto REES rise ROBERT SOUTHEY ROBERT WALPOLE Royal Royal Navy SCENE Second Edition slumber Small 8vo soul speak SPIRIT star sunbow's things thou art thou dost thou wilt thoughts thy wish thyself torrent torture Translated TRAVELS UNIVERSITY of EDINBURGH URINARY ORGANS voice vols Volume wandering wave WILLIAM WILLIAM COXE WITCH wouldst thou wreck ΜΑΝ Аввот
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Page 68 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber: and, More near, from out the Caesars...
Page 10 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 33 - tis but the same; My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Page 31 - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 69 - But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands, A noble wreck in ruinous perfection ! While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.
Page 61 - Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age...
Page 19 - ... tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill ; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest spring ; From thy own smile I...
Page 36 - She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I hod not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her ; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own— I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Page 51 - Hear me, hear me — Astarte! —my beloved! speak to me: I have so much endured — so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me 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 8 - Philosophy and science, and the springs Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, I have essay'd, and in my mind there is A power to make these subject to itself — But they avail not...