The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . The ocean's calm within their view , Beside her eye had less of blue ; But like that cold wave it stood still , And 2 BYRON .
... a tenderer streak : Where was the play of her soft lips fled ? Gone was the smile that enliven'd their red . The ocean's calm within their view , Beside her eye had less of blue ; But like that cold wave it stood still , And 2 BYRON .
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... wave it stood still , And its glance , though clear , was chill . Around her form a thin robe twining , Nought concealed her bosom shining ; Through the parting of her hair , Floating darkly downward there , Her rounded arm showed white ...
... wave it stood still , And its glance , though clear , was chill . Around her form a thin robe twining , Nought concealed her bosom shining ; Through the parting of her hair , Floating darkly downward there , Her rounded arm showed white ...
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... waves on a sunny day ; And her motionless lips lay still as death , And her words came forth without her breath , And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seemed not a pulse in her veins to dwell . Though her eyes ...
... waves on a sunny day ; And her motionless lips lay still as death , And her words came forth without her breath , And there rose not a heave o'er her bosom's swell , And there seemed not a pulse in her veins to dwell . Though her eyes ...
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... wave , Roused by the blast of winter , rave ; Through sparkling spray , in thundering clash , The lightnings of the ... waves that madden as they meet- Thus join the bands , whom mutual wrong , And fate , and fury , drive along ...
... wave , Roused by the blast of winter , rave ; Through sparkling spray , in thundering clash , The lightnings of the ... waves that madden as they meet- Thus join the bands , whom mutual wrong , And fate , and fury , drive along ...
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... waves o'er them ; Half open , from beneath them the clear blue Laughs out , although in slumber . He must dream- Of what ? Of Paradise ? -Ay ! dream of it , My disinherited boy ! ' tis but a dream ; For never more thyself , thy sons ...
... waves o'er them ; Half open , from beneath them the clear blue Laughs out , although in slumber . He must dream- Of what ? Of Paradise ? -Ay ! dream of it , My disinherited boy ! ' tis but a dream ; For never more thyself , thy sons ...
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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...