The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 1055ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... CAIN ' 237 BOWLES AND CAMPBELL LARA THE SIEGE OF CORINTH PARISINA THE PRISONER OF CHILLON MAZEPPA 366 236 384 396 236 402 236 THE ISLAND ; or , CHRISTIAN 406 AND 236 ITALIAN POEMS . 236 HIS COMRADES THE LAMENT OF TASSO . ¬£¬¦¬²¬²¬° 415 436 ...
... CAIN ' 237 BOWLES AND CAMPBELL LARA THE SIEGE OF CORINTH PARISINA THE PRISONER OF CHILLON MAZEPPA 366 236 384 396 236 402 236 THE ISLAND ; or , CHRISTIAN 406 AND 236 ITALIAN POEMS . 236 HIS COMRADES THE LAMENT OF TASSO . ¬£¬¦¬²¬²¬° 415 436 ...
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... Cain's un- resting doom . LXXXIV Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; 830 But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ...
... Cain's un- resting doom . LXXXIV Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song ; 830 But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ...
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... Cain was Eve's . CL But here youth offers to old age the food , The milk of his own gift : - it is her sire To whom she renders back the debt of blood Born with her birth . No ; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins ...
... Cain was Eve's . CL But here youth offers to old age the food , The milk of his own gift : - it is her sire To whom she renders back the debt of blood Born with her birth . No ; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins ...
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... CAIN ' [ From Byron's Diary , January 28 , 1821. ] WERE Death an evil , would I let thee live ? Fool ! live as I live- as thy father lives , And thy sons ' sons shall live for evermore . BOWLES AND CAMPBELL To the air of ' How now ...
... CAIN ' [ From Byron's Diary , January 28 , 1821. ] WERE Death an evil , would I let thee live ? Fool ! live as I live- as thy father lives , And thy sons ' sons shall live for evermore . BOWLES AND CAMPBELL To the air of ' How now ...
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... Cain . ] Do you know Dr. Nott ? With a crook in his lot , ' Who seven years since tried to dish up A neat Codicil To the Princess's Will , Which made Dr. Nott not a bishop . So the Doctor being found A little unsound In his doctrine ...
... Cain . ] Do you know Dr. Nott ? With a crook in his lot , ' Who seven years since tried to dish up A neat Codicil To the Princess's Will , Which made Dr. Nott not a bishop . So the Doctor being found A little unsound In his doctrine ...
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38 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was;— her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - OUR life is two-fold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence.