John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824)
His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess The might, the majesty of loveliness?
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The light of love, 1 the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, 2 The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
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The blind old man of Scios rocky isle.
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Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
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He makes a solitude, and calls itpeace! 3
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Hark! to the hurried question of despair: Where is my child?an echo answers, Where? 4
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The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.
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Oer the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, 5 Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limit to their sway, Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
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Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
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She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
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Note 1. See Gray, Quotation 14. [ back] Note 2. See Lovelace, Quotation 1. Browne, Quotation 8. [ back] Note 3. Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant (They make solitude, which they call peace). Tacitus: Agricola, c. 30. [ back] Note 4. I came to the place of my birth, and cried, The friends of my youth, where are they? And echo answered, Where are they? Arabic MS. [ back]
Note 5. See Churchill, Quotation 10. To all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them.Dalrymple: Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 152. [ back]