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George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued)

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    The keenest pangs the wretched find
  Are rapture to the dreary void,
The leafless desert of the mind,
  The waste of feelings unemployed.

The Giaour. Line 957.

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Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.

The Giaour. Line 969.

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The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.

The Giaour. Line 1099.

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I die,—but first I have possess’d,
And come what may, I have been bless’d.

The Giaour. Line 1114.

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    She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where’er I turn’d mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
  A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
  To lift from earth our low desire.

The Giaour. Line 1127.

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    Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
  Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime;
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
  Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? 1

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.

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Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,
And all save the spirit of man is divine?

The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.

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Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty’s heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,

Note 1.
Know’st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket’s gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Goethe: Wilhelm Meister. [back]

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