John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued) |
| 5712 |
| Yet in my lineaments they trace Some features of my father’s face. |
| Parisina. Stanza 13. |
| 5713 |
| Fare thee well! and if forever, Still forever fare thee well. |
| Fare thee well. |
| 5714 |
| Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. 1 |
| A Sketch. |
| 5715 |
| In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. |
| Stanzas to Augusta. |
| 5716 |
| The careful pilot of my proper woe. |
| Epistle to Augusta. Stanza 3. |
| 5717 |
| When all of genius which can perish dies. |
| Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22. |
| 5718 |
| Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. |
| Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 68. |
| 5719 |
| Who track the steps of glory to the grave. |
| Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 74. |
| 5720 |
| Sighing that Nature form’d but one such man, And broke the die, in moulding Sheridan. 2 |
| Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 117. |
| 5721 |
| O God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood. |
| Prisoner of Chillon. Stanza 8. |
| 5722 |
| And both were young, and one was beautiful. |
| The Dream. Stanza 2. |
| 5723 |
| And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him. |
| The Dream. Stanza 2. |
| Note 1. See Congreve, Quotation 7. [back] |
| Note 2. Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa (Nature made him, and then broke the mould).—Ariosto: Orlando Furioso, canto x. stanza 84. The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with all song-writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.—Book of English Songs, p. 28. [back] |