| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued) |
| | | 5701 | | The power of thought,the magic of the mind! |
| The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8. |
| 5702 | | The many still must labour for the one. |
| The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 8. |
| 5703 | | There was a laughing devil in his sneer. |
| The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9. |
| 5704 | | Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell! |
| The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 9. |
| 5705 | Farewell! For in that word, that fatal word,howeer We promise, hope, believe,there breathes despair. |
| The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 15. |
| 5706 | No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. |
| The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 22. |
| 5707 | He left a corsairs name to other times, Linkd with one virtue and a thousand crimes. 1 |
| The Corsair. Canto iii. Stanza 24. |
| 5708 | | Lord of himself,that heritage of woe! |
| Lara. Canto i. Stanza 2. |
| 5709 | She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. 2 |
| Hebrew Melodies. She walks in Beauty. |
| 5710 | The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold. |
| The Destruction of Sennacherib. |
| 5711 | It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingales high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers vows Seem sweet in every whisperd word. |
| Parisina. Stanza 1. |
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