The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, with Notes

The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, with Notes

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 edition. Excerpt: ...and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fraitsand fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.13 I turn'd to thee, to thousands, of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake; The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of Fame May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake The fever of vain longing, and the name So honour'd but assumes a stronger, bitterer claim. XXXII. They mourn, butsmile atlength; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall; Thehulldriveson, thoughmast andsail be torn; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the ruin'd wall Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone; The bars survive the captive they enthral; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun; And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on: XXXIII. Even as a broken mirror, which the glass In every fragment multiplies; and makes A thousand images of one that was, The same, and still the more, the more it breaks; And thus the heart will do which not forsakes, Living in shatter'd guise; and still, and cold, And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches, Yet withers on till all without is old, Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold. xxxiv. There is a very life in our despair, Vitality of poison, --a quick root Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were As...show more

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  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236905512
  • 9781236905512