With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in Italy. Edited by Anna Benneson McMahan (1907) (14595435358)

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Title: With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in Italy. Edited by Anna Benneson McMahan

Year: 1907 (1900s)

Authors: Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 McMahan, Anna (Benneson) 1846-

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Publisher: London T.F. Unwin

Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto

Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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m afarThe watch-dog bayd beyond the Tiber; andMore near from out the Caesars palace cameThe owls long cry, and, interruptedly,Of distant sentinels the fitful songBegun and died upon the gentle wind.Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breachAppeared to skirt the horizon, yet they stoodWithin a bowshot. Where the Caesars dwelt,And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidstA grove which springs through levelld battlementsAnd twines its roots with the imperial hearths,Ivy usurps the laurels place of growth; —But the gladiators bloody Circus stands,A noble wreck in ruinous perfection !While Caesars chambers and the Augustan hallsGrovel on earth in indistinct decay.And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, uponAll this, and cast a wide and tender light,Which softend down the hoar austerityOf rugged desolation, and filld up,As t were anew, the gaps of centuries;Leaving that beautiful which still was so,And making that which was not, till the placeBecame religion, and the heart ran oer ( 40 )

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> u «! - c« s •* 3 ^ THE YEARS 1817, 1818, 1819 With silent worship of the great of old, —The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still ruleOur spirits from their urns. —1 T was such a night!T is strange that I recall it at this time;But I have found our thoughts take wildest flightEven at the moment when they should arrayThemselves in pensive order. Enter the Abbot. Abbot. My good lord!I crave a second grace for this approach;But yet let not my humble zeal offendBy its abruptness — all it hath of illRecoils on me ; its good in the effectMay light upon your head — could I say heart —Could I touch that, with words or prayers, I shouldRecall a noble spirit which hath wanderedBut is not yet all lost. Man. Thou knowst me not;My days are numberd, and my deeds recorded:Retire, or t will be dangerous — away ! Abbot.Thou dost not mean to menace me ? 1 Drove at midnight to see the Coliseum by moonlight; but what canI say of the Coliseum? ... To describe it I should have thoug

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