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... Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope ? Or dread of death alone ? To die a prince - or live a slave- Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! VI . He ' who of old would rend the NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 7.
... Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope ? Or dread of death alone ? To die a prince - or live a slave- Thy choice is most ignobly brave ! VI . He ' who of old would rend the NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 7.
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... formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies . 2 . Our guides are gone , our hope is POEMS . 25 Stanzas.
... formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies . 2 . Our guides are gone , our hope is POEMS . 25 Stanzas.
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... hope is lost , And lightnings , as they play , But show where rocks our path have crost , Or gild the torrent's spray . 3 . Is yon a cot I saw , though low ? When lightning broke the gloom- How welcome were its shade ! -ah , no ! ' Tis ...
... hope is lost , And lightnings , as they play , But show where rocks our path have crost , Or gild the torrent's spray . 3 . Is yon a cot I saw , though low ? When lightning broke the gloom- How welcome were its shade ! -ah , no ! ' Tis ...
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... hope , which thou once bad'st me cherish , For torture repay me too well ? Now sad is the garden of roses , Beloved but false Haideé ! There Flora all withered reposes , And mourns o'er thine absence with me . X. Written beneath a ...
... hope , which thou once bad'st me cherish , For torture repay me too well ? Now sad is the garden of roses , Beloved but false Haideé ! There Flora all withered reposes , And mourns o'er thine absence with me . X. Written beneath a ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 2 . " Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope ; But this I feel can ne'er be true : For by the death - blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew . XI . On Parting . 1 . THE kiss , 48 POEMS .
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 2 . " Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope ; But this I feel can ne'er be true : For by the death - blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew . XI . On Parting . 1 . THE kiss , 48 POEMS .
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201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 withered and strown.
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
202 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...
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!