The poetical works of lord Byron, with notes, 3±Ç

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158 ÆäÀÌÁö - twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - The envious who but breathe in others' pain, Behold the host ! delighting to deprave, Who track the steps of Glory to the grave, Watch every fault that daring Genius owes Half to the ardour which its birth bestows, Distort the truth— accumulate the lie And pile the Pyramid of Calumny ! ' These are his portion — but if...
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again; Would that breast by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
99 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though his care she must forego ? When her little hands shall press thee, When her lip to thine is...
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - IF THAT HIGH WORLD. IP that high world, which lies beyond Our own, surviving Love endears ; If there the cherish'd heart be fond, The eye the same, except in tears — How welcome those untrodden spheres ! How sweet this very hour to die ! To soar from earth, and find all fears Lost in thy light — Eternity...
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved, — she knew, For quickly comes such knowledge, that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow, and she saw That he was wretched, but she saw not all. He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced...

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