Selections from the poetry of Lord Byron by Baron George Gordon Byron ByronSelections from the poetry of Lord Byron by Baron George Gordon Byron Byron

Selections from the poetry of Lord Byron

byBaron George Gordon Byron Byron

Paperback | May 13, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 Excerpt: ... gloomy vigil, but a festal time, Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside From men and their delights. Her. Beshrew the hour. But those were jocund times! I would that such Would visit the old walls again; they look As if they had forgotten them. Manuel. These walls Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen Some strange things in them, Herman. 30 Her. Come, be friendly; Relate me some to while away our watch: I've heard thee darkly speak of an event Which happen'd hereabouts, by this same tower. Manuel. That was a night indeed! I do remember 'Twas twilight, as it may be now, and such Another evening; yon red cloud which rests On Eigher's pinnacle, so rested then So like that it might be the same; the wind Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows Began to glitter with the climbing moon; 40 Count Manfred was, as now, within his tower--How occupied, we knew not, but with him The sole companion of his wanderings And watchings--her, whom all of earthly things That lived, the only thing he seem'd to love--As he, indeed, by blood was bound to do,--The Lady Astarte, his Hush! who comes here? Enter the ABBOT. Abbot. Where is your master? Her. Yonder, in the tower. Abbot. I must speak with him. Manuel. 'Tis impossible; He is most private, and must not be thus 5 Intruded on. Abbot. Upon myself I take The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be--But I must see him. Her. Thou hast seen him once This eve already. Abbot. Herman! I command thee, Knock, and apprise the Count of my approach. Her. We dare not. Abbot. Then it seems I must be herald Of my own purpose. Manuel. Reverend father, stop--I pray you pause. Abbot. Why so? Manuel. But step this way, And I will tell you further. Exeunt. Scene IV.--Interior of the Tow...
Title:Selections from the poetry of Lord ByronFormat:PaperbackDimensions:134 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.29 inPublished:May 13, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217046894

ISBN - 13:9780217046893

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