The poetical works of lord Byron, with notes, 8±Ç

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17 ÆäÀÌÁö - Romanorum," the author of the Mysterious Mother, a tragedy of the highest order, and not a puling love-play. He is the father of the first romance and of the last tragedy in our language, and surely worthy of a higher place than any living writer, be he who he may...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - Have made thee last and worst of peopled deserts ; Then in the last gasp of thine agony, Amidst thy many murders, think of mine! Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes ! " Gehenna of the waters ! thou sea Sodom ! Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods ! Thee and thy serpent seed ! [Here the DOGE turns, and addresses the Executioner.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - They never fail who die In a great cause ! The block may soak their gore : Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls ; — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world, at last, to freedom...
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - We must forget all feelings save the one, We must resign all passions save our purpose, We must behold no object save our country, And only look on death as beautiful, So that the sacrifice ascend to heaven, And draw down freedom on her evermore.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - We will renew the times of truth and justice, Condensing in a fair free commonwealth Not rash equality but equal rights, Proportlon'd like the columns to the temple, Giving and taking strength reciprocal. And making firm the whole with grace and beauty, So that no part could be removed without Infringement of the general symmetry.
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - The very first Of human life must spring from woman's breast, Your first small words are taught you from her lips, Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing, When men have shrunk from the ignoble care Of watching the last hour of him who led them.
278 ÆäÀÌÁö - s not unman each other : part at once : All farewells should be sudden, when for ever, Else they make an eternity of moments, And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.

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