John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (17881824) (continued)
5629 All is concentrd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 89.
5630 In solitude, where we are least alone. 1
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 90.
5631 The sky is changed,and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 92.
5632 Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 107.
5633 Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 107.
5634 I have not loved the world, nor the world me. 2
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113.
5635 I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 113.
5636 I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1.
5637 Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 1.
5638 Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 3.
5639 The thorns which I have reapd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Childe Harolds Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 10.