John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued)
5640 Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo, The octogenarian chief, Byzantiums conquering foe! 1
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 12.
5641 There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 19.
5642 Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 23.
5643 The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mournd, the loved, the lost,too many, yet how few!
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 24.
5644 Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, tillt is gone, and all is gray.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 29.
5645 The Ariosto of the North.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 40.
5646 Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty. 2
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 42.
5647 Fills The air around with beauty.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 49.
5648 Let these describe the undescribable.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 53.
5649 The starry Galileo with his woes.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 54.
5650 Ungrateful Florence! Dante sleeps afar, Like Scipio, buried by the upbraiding shore.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 57.
5651 The poetry of speech.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 58.
5652 The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 69.
5653 Then farewell Horace, whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 77.