John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (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,—howe’er 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 corsair’s name to other times, Link’d 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 mellow’d 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 nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers’ vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word. |
| Parisina. Stanza 1. |
| Note 1. See Burton, Quotation 17. [back] |
| Note 2. The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot.—Berry Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 7. [back] |