John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued) |
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| War, war is still the cry,—“war even to the knife!” 1 |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 86. |
| 5592 |
| Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2. |
| 5593 |
| A schoolboy’s tale, the wonder of an hour! |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2. |
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| Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 2. |
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| The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. 2 |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 6. |
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| Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy? |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 23. |
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| None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess’d A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 24. |
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| But ’midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world’s tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 26. |
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| Coop’d in their winged, sea-girt citadel. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 28. |
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| Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great! |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 73. |
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| Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow? |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 76. |
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| A thousand years scarce serve to form a state: An hour may lay it in the dust. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 84. |
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| Land of lost gods and godlike men. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 85. |
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| Where’er we tread, ’t is haunted, holy ground. |
| Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto ii. Stanza 88. |
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| Age shakes Athena’s tower, but spares gray Marathon. |
| Childe Harold’s 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] |