The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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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 oak 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 oak NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE . 7.
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... mountains 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 25.
... mountains 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 25.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 2 . Our guides are gone , our 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 ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 2 . Our guides are gone , our 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 ...
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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 Byron Baron Byron. 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 48 POEMS .
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 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 48 POEMS .
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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 Ζώη σὰς ἀγαπῶ
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148 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.
199 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 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!
71 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
183 페이지 - 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 페이지 - ... 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!