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10 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wave ; The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride Accords not with the freeborn soul , Which loves the mountain's craggy side , And seeks the rocks where billows roll . Fortune ! take back these cultured lands , Take back this name of splendid ...
... wave ; The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride Accords not with the freeborn soul , Which loves the mountain's craggy side , And seeks the rocks where billows roll . Fortune ! take back these cultured lands , Take back this name of splendid ...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... waves lie still and gleaming , And the lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving , As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee , To listen ...
... waves lie still and gleaming , And the lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving , As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee , To listen ...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee - and One above . 66 My ...
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee - and One above . 66 My ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... 'd tear me where he stands . With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! BYRON'S SONGS . 23.
... 'd tear me where he stands . With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! BYRON'S SONGS . 23.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! ( SET TO A HINDOO AIR . ) H ! 24 BYRON'S SONGS .
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! ( SET TO A HINDOO AIR . ) H ! 24 BYRON'S SONGS .
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adore Athens Awake beam beauty beauty's behold beloved Belshazzar blest bliss bosom breast breath brow castled crag cease cheek cold dare dead dear death deep destruction of Sennacherib dost dream dwell earth elegantly bound eyes fame Farewell Fates have decreed feel FELIX MENDELSSOHN fond forget garden of roses gaze glance glow grave grief harp hate hath heaven hope hour isles of Greece Jephtha's daughter Judah's kiss of love live Loch na Garr lonely LORD BYRON love's last adieu lyre maid Mariamne NATHAN ne'er never night o'er once pang pass'd passion remember thee Remembrance reprove Samian wine scene Set to Music shalt shore sigh silent smile song sorrow spirit sweet Anne tears thine thou art thou canst thou hast thought thy charms thy name thy soul Thyrza twill voice walks in beauty wave weep wild wilt wing youth
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208 ÆäÀÌÁö - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray ; And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine...
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - Awake ! (Not Greece, — she is awake !) Awake my spirit ! think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! unto thee, Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE'S not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
209 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 ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
208 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 blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me!
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky 's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. " Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
192 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, Nor the war of the many with one — If my soul was not fitted to prize it, 'T was folly not sooner to shun: And if dearly that error hath cost me.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - ONE struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain ; One last long sigh to love and thee, Then back to busy life again. It suits me well to mingle now With things that never pleased before : Though every joy is fled below, What future grief can touch me more ? Then bring me wine, the banquet bring ; Man was not form'd to live alone : I 'll be that light unmeaning thing That smiles with all, and weeps with none.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'