The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... leaves to the wind . Bu that noble tree will never more bear fruit or blossom ! It has been cu down in its strength ... leave of the subject Death creeps upon our most serious as well as upon our most idle em ployments ; and it is a ...
... leaves to the wind . Bu that noble tree will never more bear fruit or blossom ! It has been cu down in its strength ... leave of the subject Death creeps upon our most serious as well as upon our most idle em ployments ; and it is a ...
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... leave " Childe Harold " to live hi laye . Whatever other objection may be ur- day , such as he is ; it had been more agreea ged to that most unamiable personage Childe ble , and certainly more easy , to have draw Harold , he was so far ...
... leave " Childe Harold " to live hi laye . Whatever other objection may be ur- day , such as he is ; it had been more agreea ged to that most unamiable personage Childe ble , and certainly more easy , to have draw Harold , he was so far ...
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... leave the flagging spirit doubly weak ; Still o'er the features , which perforce they cheer , To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique , Smiles form the channel of a future tear , Or raise the writhing lip with ill - dissembled Yet ...
... leave the flagging spirit doubly weak ; Still o'er the features , which perforce they cheer , To feign the pleasure or conceal the pique , Smiles form the channel of a future tear , Or raise the writhing lip with ill - dissembled Yet ...
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... leaves of the same tree But France got drunk with blood to vomit And fatal have her Saturnalia been crime , To Freedom's cause , in every age and clime ; And vile Ambition , that built up between Because the deadly days which we have ...
... leaves of the same tree But France got drunk with blood to vomit And fatal have her Saturnalia been crime , To Freedom's cause , in every age and clime ; And vile Ambition , that built up between Because the deadly days which we have ...
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... leave it weak ; | hath beheld decline upon my brow , in this page a record will I seek . in the air shall these my words disperse , Theagh I be ashes ; a far hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human ...
... leave it weak ; | hath beheld decline upon my brow , in this page a record will I seek . in the air shall these my words disperse , Theagh I be ashes ; a far hour shall wreak The deep prophetic fulness of this verse , And pile on human ...
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62 ÆäÀÌÁö - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
576 ÆäÀÌÁö - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
584 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.