The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... bosom as false as thou deemst it to be 188 ¡¤ Herod's lament for Mariamne • • ¡¤ • 190 On the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus 193 . By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept • 196 The destruction of Semnacherib ¡¤ 198 From ...
... bosom as false as thou deemst it to be 188 ¡¤ Herod's lament for Mariamne • • ¡¤ • 190 On the day of the destruction of Jerusalem by Titus 193 . By the rivers of Babylon we sat down and wept • 196 The destruction of Semnacherib ¡¤ 198 From ...
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... bosom warm . 9 . While wand'ring through each broken path , O'er brake and craggy brow ; While elements exhaust their wrath , Sweet Florence , where art thou ? 10 . Not on the sea , not on the sea , Thy bark hath long been gone : Oh ...
... bosom warm . 9 . While wand'ring through each broken path , O'er brake and craggy brow ; While elements exhaust their wrath , Sweet Florence , where art thou ? 10 . Not on the sea , not on the sea , Thy bark hath long been gone : Oh ...
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... bosom restore thee ? Then open the gates of the grave . 3 . As the chief who to combat advances Secure of his conquest before , Thus thou , with those eyes for thy lances , Hast pierced through my heart to its core . Ah , tell me , my ...
... bosom restore thee ? Then open the gates of the grave . 3 . As the chief who to combat advances Secure of his conquest before , Thus thou , with those eyes for thy lances , Hast pierced through my heart to its core . Ah , tell me , my ...
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... bosom how to brook , With fainter sighs , thy soul's release . And didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Oh ! who ...
... bosom how to brook , With fainter sighs , thy soul's release . And didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Oh ! who ...
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... bosom turn ? And who would then remain behind To honour thine abandoned Urn ? No , No - it is my sorrow's pride That last dear duty to fulfil ; Though all the world forget beside , " Tis meet that I remember still . 5 . For well I know ...
... bosom turn ? And who would then remain behind To honour thine abandoned Urn ? No , No - it is my sorrow's pride That last dear duty to fulfil ; Though all the world forget beside , " Tis meet that I remember still . 5 . For well I know ...
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Abydos art thou Athens beam behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dream earth fair fame fear feel Fiend's arch mock fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance glory Haideé harp hath heaven HEBREW MELODIES hope hour Judah's JUVENAL light living lonely love thee loved in vain lute Mariamne mirth mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Note o'er once pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic Saul SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent smile song Sons of Greeks Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall Thyrza tomb triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered ¥Æώ¥ç ¥òὰς ἀ¥ã¥á¥ðῶ
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148 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.
199 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...
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel...
200 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!
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Too soon return'd to Earth! Though Earth received them in her bed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look. 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...
198 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.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; A solitary hand Along the letters ran And traced them like a wand.
164 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 disturb'd the dead!