Astarte: A Fragment of Truth Concerning George Gordon Byron, Sixth Lord Byron

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Page 332 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers. But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
Page 335 - With false Ambition what had I to do? Little with Love, and least of all with Fame; And yet they came unsought, and with me grew, And made me all which they can make — a name.
Page 77 - What I have done is done; I bear within A torture which could nothing gain from thine. The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts, Is its own origin of ill and end, And its own place and time...
Page 120 - You are the Government Critic, a character nicely differing from that of a government spy — the invisible link that connects literature with the police.
Page 73 - She was like me in lineaments; her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine...
Page 334 - Perhaps the workings of defiance stir Within me — or perhaps a cold despair, Brought on when ills habitually recur, — Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air, (For even to this may change of soul refer, And with light...
Page 337 - T was folly not sooner to shun ; And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could foresee, I have found that, whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of thee.
Page 340 - I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name, There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame ; But the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart. " Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace Were those hours — can their joy or their bitterness cease ? We repent — we abjure — we will break from our chain — We will part, — we will fly to — unite it again...
Page 73 - I had not ; And tenderness — but that I had for her; Humility — and that I never had. Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own — I loved her, and destroy'd her ! Witch.
Page 74 - Too much, as I loved thee ; we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.

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