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... Jersey- " When the vain triumph " 291 Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker , Bart.- " There is a tear " 292 To Belshazzar- " Belshazzar ! from the banquet " 293 .......... " My soul is dark " " I saw thee CONTENTS .
... Jersey- " When the vain triumph " 291 Elegiac Stanzas on the Death of Sir Peter Parker , Bart.- " There is a tear " 292 To Belshazzar- " Belshazzar ! from the banquet " 293 .......... " My soul is dark " " I saw thee CONTENTS .
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... Vain Regrets- " But now at thirty " 695 The Slave - market - " " Twas a raw day " 696 The Lovers " The heart - which may be broken " 697 The Assassination- " The other evening " 698 Auld Lang Syne- " And all our little feuds ' 699 A ...
... Vain Regrets- " But now at thirty " 695 The Slave - market - " " Twas a raw day " 696 The Lovers " The heart - which may be broken " 697 The Assassination- " The other evening " 698 Auld Lang Syne- " And all our little feuds ' 699 A ...
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... vain of it . Byron had very far superior talents , and was , at the same time , nobly born and aristocratically bred - the habits , the prejudices , the very abilities of the two men clashed when they came in contact , and neither of ...
... vain of it . Byron had very far superior talents , and was , at the same time , nobly born and aristocratically bred - the habits , the prejudices , the very abilities of the two men clashed when they came in contact , and neither of ...
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... vain ;I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse . Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear , Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face ; Still they call forth my warm affection's tear , Still in my heart retain their wonted place . 1803 ...
... vain ;I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse . Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear , Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face ; Still they call forth my warm affection's tear , Still in my heart retain their wonted place . 1803 ...
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... vain . Oh ! curst be thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave , From whom no earthly power can save ; For thou hast ta'en the bird away : From thee , my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow , Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow ...
... vain . Oh ! curst be thou , devouring grave ! Whose jaws eternal victims crave , From whom no earthly power can save ; For thou hast ta'en the bird away : From thee , my Lesbia's eyes o'erflow , Her swollen cheeks with weeping glow ...
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556 ÆäÀÌÁö - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
534 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.
556 ÆäÀÌÁö - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
302 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.
674 ÆäÀÌÁö - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
350 ÆäÀÌÁö - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
354 ÆäÀÌÁö - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
558 ÆäÀÌÁö - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
350 ÆäÀÌÁö - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
549 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...