The Complete Poetical WorksHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 1055페이지 |
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... deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap . XV Oh , Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this ...
... deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap . XV Oh , Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this ...
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... deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The torrents that from cliff to valley leap , The vine on high , the willow branch below , Mix'd in one mighty scene , with varied beauty glow . XX 251 Then slowly climb the many ...
... deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The torrents that from cliff to valley leap , The vine on high , the willow branch below , Mix'd in one mighty scene , with varied beauty glow . XX 251 Then slowly climb the many ...
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... deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon , Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , - and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds ...
... deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon , Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , - and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds ...
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... pass Calypso's isles , The sister tenants of the middle deep ; There for the weary still a haven smiles , Though the fair goddess long hath ceased to weep And o'er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep For CANTO THE SECOND 23.
... pass Calypso's isles , The sister tenants of the middle deep ; There for the weary still a haven smiles , Though the fair goddess long hath ceased to weep And o'er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep For CANTO THE SECOND 23.
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... Deep in its fountain , lest it overboil In the hot throng , where we become the spoil Of our infection , till too late and long We may deplore and struggle with the coil , In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong 660 Midst a ...
... Deep in its fountain , lest it overboil In the hot throng , where we become the spoil Of our infection , till too late and long We may deplore and struggle with the coil , In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong 660 Midst a ...
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Adah Anah art thou aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cæs Cain Calmar Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds deep Doge dost dread dream earth fair fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king Lady less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once PANIA pass'd passion poem SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit Stral strange sweet sword tears thee thine things Thomas Moore thou art thou hast thought turn'd Venice voice wave weep words youth
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81 페이지 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
82 페이지 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
39 페이지 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come ! " XXVI. And wild and high the
38 페이지 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
38 페이지 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
229 페이지 - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
311 페이지 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
813 페이지 - Were still at least our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 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 Heracleidan blood might own.
812 페이지 - 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!
404 페이지 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth? — he died. I saw, and could not hold his head...