| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued) |
| | | 5591 | | War, war is still the cry,war even to the knife! 1 |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 86. |
| 5592 | | Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2. |
| 5593 | | A schoolboys tale, the wonder of an hour! |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2. |
| 5594 | | Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2. |
| 5595 | | The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. 2 |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 6. |
| 5596 | | Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy? |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 23. |
| 5597 | None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possessd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 24. |
| 5598 | But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the worlds tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 26. |
| 5599 | | Coopd in their winged, sea-girt citadel. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 28. |
| 5600 | Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great! |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 73. |
| 5601 | Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow? |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 76. |
| 5602 | A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 84. |
| 5603 | | Land of lost gods and godlike men. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 85. |
| 5604 | | Whereer we tread, t is haunted, holy ground. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 88. |
| 5605 | | Age shakes Athenas tower, but spares gray Marathon. |
| Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 88. |
| | Note 1. War even to the knife was the reply of Palafox, the governor of Saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the French, who besieged that city in 1808. [back] | Note 2. See Waller, Quotation 11. [back] |
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