The Works of Lord Byron: Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody of the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. PoemsJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... lonely , couching in the cave Which is my lair , and — it may be — my grave . All this hath somewhat worn me , and may wear , But must be borne . I stoop not to despair ; For I have battled with mine agony , And made me wings wherewith ...
... lonely , couching in the cave Which is my lair , and — it may be — my grave . All this hath somewhat worn me , and may wear , But must be borne . I stoop not to despair ; For I have battled with mine agony , And made me wings wherewith ...
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... lonely flowers , And rocks , whereby they grew , a paradise , Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees , and dream'd uncounted hours , Though I was chid for wandering ; and the wise Shook their white aged heads o'er me ...
... lonely flowers , And rocks , whereby they grew , a paradise , Where I did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees , and dream'd uncounted hours , Though I was chid for wandering ; and the wise Shook their white aged heads o'er me ...
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... all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . 3 . vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! The 164 POEMS .
... all , and weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , all are nothing now . 3 . vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! The 164 POEMS .
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... lonely still ! 4 . n many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the sky ; or then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : nd oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the Ægean wave , Now ...
... lonely still ! 4 . n many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the sky ; or then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : nd oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the Ægean wave , Now ...
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... , Deceive in life , unman in death . 7 . Then lonely be my latest hour , Without regret , without a groan ! For thousands Death hath ceased to lower , And pain been transient or unknown . ( 6 8 . ' Ay , but to die 168 POEMS .
... , Deceive in life , unman in death . 7 . Then lonely be my latest hour , Without regret , without a groan ! For thousands Death hath ceased to lower , And pain been transient or unknown . ( 6 8 . ' Ay , but to die 168 POEMS .
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112 페이지 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
113 페이지 - 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...
82 페이지 - 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.
78 페이지 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
81 페이지 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
68 페이지 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
176 페이지 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
221 페이지 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
247 페이지 - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
254 페이지 - Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.