Fugitive Pieces and Reminiscences of Lord Byron: Containing an Entire New Edition of the Hebrew Melodies, with the Addition of Several Never Before Published; the Whole Illustrated with Critical, Historical, Theatrical, Political, and Theological Remarks, Notes, Anecdotes, Interesting Conversations, and Observations, Made by that Illustrious Poet: Together with His Lordship's Autograph; Also Some Original Poetry, Letters and Recollections of Lady Caroline Lamb
Whittaker, Treacher, and Company, 1829 - 196 من الصفحات
The author,?Isaac Nathan, was a Jewish composer and friend of Lord Byron. They collaborated in 1815 on the "Hebrew Melodies," during which Byron wrote some of his best-known poems as lyrics to accompany music composed and arranged by Nathan, including, "She Walks in Beauty." In this book, Nathan examines Byron's poetry and?literary criticism of his work, as well as elements of his life, with contributions by Byron's former lover, Lady Caroline Lamb.
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الصفحة 56 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
الصفحة xxxii - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
الصفحة 35 - WARRIORS and chiefs ! should the shaft or the sword Pierce me in leading the host of the Lord, Heed not the corse, though a king's, in your path : Bury your steel in the bosoms of Gath...
الصفحة 11 - Israel's scatter'd race; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace: It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
الصفحة xxxi - 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 mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
الصفحة 56 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...
الصفحة 2 - Though the virgins of Salem lament, Be the judge and the hero unbent! I have won the great battle for thee, And my Father and Country are free! When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd, Let my memory still be thy pride, And forget not I smiled as I died!
الصفحة 38 - BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON WE SAT DOWN AND WEPT WE sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the day When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters, Made Salem's high places his prey; And ye, oh her desolate daughters ! Were scatter'd all weeping away.