The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... beauty , and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side , The maid who might have been his bride ! The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellowed with a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the ...
... beauty , and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side , The maid who might have been his bride ! The rose was yet upon her cheek , But mellowed with a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the ...
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... beauty ever blest The mind with in its most unearthly mood , When each conception was a heavenly guest- A ray of immortality - and stood Starlike , around , until they gather'd to a god ! And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The ...
... beauty ever blest The mind with in its most unearthly mood , When each conception was a heavenly guest- A ray of immortality - and stood Starlike , around , until they gather'd to a god ! And if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The ...
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... beauty in thine eyes ; With me thou canst not sympathize , Except in love , and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies . Thou walk'st thy many worlds , thou see'st The face of him who made thee ...
... beauty in thine eyes ; With me thou canst not sympathize , Except in love , and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies . Thou walk'st thy many worlds , thou see'st The face of him who made thee ...
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... Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once ...
... Beauty sighs to grant With half the fervour Hate bestows Upon the last embrace of foes , When grappling in the fight they fold Those arms that ne'er shall loose their hold : Friends meet to part ; Love laughs at faith ; True foes , once ...
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... vase . THE FATE OF BEAUTY . As rising on its purple wing The insect - queen of eastern spring , O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near , And leads him on from flower to flower A weary 14 BYRON .
... vase . THE FATE OF BEAUTY . As rising on its purple wing The insect - queen of eastern spring , O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near , And leads him on from flower to flower A weary 14 BYRON .
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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66 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...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
164 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...