| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued) |
| | | 5629 | All is concentrd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 89. |
| 5630 | | In solitude, where we are least alone. 1 |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 90. |
| 5631 | The sky is changed,and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 92. |
| 5632 | Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 107. |
| 5633 | | Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 107. |
| 5634 | | I have not loved the world, nor the world me. 2 |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113. |
| 5635 | I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113. |
| 5636 | I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1. |
| 5637 | | Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1. |
| 5638 | Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 3. |
| 5639 | The thorns which I have reapd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 10. |
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