The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was that gentle sound conveyed ? He look'd to the banners - each flag lay still , So did the leaves on Citharon's hill , And he felt not a breath come over his cheek ; What did ...
... look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How was that gentle sound conveyed ? He look'd to the banners - each flag lay still , So did the leaves on Citharon's hill , And he felt not a breath come over his cheek ; What did ...
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... look'd for those Who long had been his mates upon the sea , But none of them appear'd to share his woes , Save one , a corpse , from out the famish'd three , Who died two days before , and now had found An unknown barren beach for ...
... look'd for those Who long had been his mates upon the sea , But none of them appear'd to share his woes , Save one , a corpse , from out the famish'd three , Who died two days before , and now had found An unknown barren beach for ...
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... look'd below each drop they caught , Which froze to marble as it fell , she thought . And wet , and cold , and lifeless at her feet , Pale as the foam that frothed on his dead brow , Which she essayed in vain to clear , ( how sweet Were ...
... look'd below each drop they caught , Which froze to marble as it fell , she thought . And wet , and cold , and lifeless at her feet , Pale as the foam that frothed on his dead brow , Which she essayed in vain to clear , ( how sweet Were ...
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... look'd around , For fear of some false note's detected flaw . The " prima donna's " tuneful heart would bound , Dreading the deep damnation of his " bah ! " Soprano , basso , even the contra - alto , Wish'd him five fathom under the ...
... look'd around , For fear of some false note's detected flaw . The " prima donna's " tuneful heart would bound , Dreading the deep damnation of his " bah ! " Soprano , basso , even the contra - alto , Wish'd him five fathom under the ...
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... look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile , As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store She must not own , but cherish'd more the while For that compression in its burning core ; Even innocence itself has many a wile , And will not dare ...
... look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile , As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store She must not own , but cherish'd more the while For that compression in its burning core ; Even innocence itself has many a wile , And will not dare ...
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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...