The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... half an atom of sense , He ne'er would have women from paradise driven ; Instead of his houris , a flimsy pretence , With women alone he had peopled his heaven . Yet still , to increase your calamities more , Not content with depriving ...
... half an atom of sense , He ne'er would have women from paradise driven ; Instead of his houris , a flimsy pretence , With women alone he had peopled his heaven . Yet still , to increase your calamities more , Not content with depriving ...
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... half so much to part As if its guilt had made thee mine . 1813 . ON LORD THURLOW'S POEMS . WHEN Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent ( I hope I am not violent ) , Nor men nor gods knew what he meant . And since not even our Rogers ' praise ...
... half so much to part As if its guilt had made thee mine . 1813 . ON LORD THURLOW'S POEMS . WHEN Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent ( I hope I am not violent ) , Nor men nor gods knew what he meant . And since not even our Rogers ' praise ...
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... half as well : For the field ran so red with the blood of the dead , That it blush'd like the waves of hell ! Then loudly , and wildly , and long laugh'd he : " Methinks they have here little need of me ! " * But the softest note that ...
... half as well : For the field ran so red with the blood of the dead , That it blush'd like the waves of hell ! Then loudly , and wildly , and long laugh'd he : " Methinks they have here little need of me ! " * But the softest note that ...
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... half its bitterness for one so dear ; A nation's gratitude perchance may spread A thornless pillow for the widow'd head ; May lighten well her heart's maternal care , And wean from penury the soldier's heir . May , 1814 . FRAGMENT OF AN ...
... half its bitterness for one so dear ; A nation's gratitude perchance may spread A thornless pillow for the widow'd head ; May lighten well her heart's maternal care , And wean from penury the soldier's heir . May , 1814 . FRAGMENT OF AN ...
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... half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark Which more misled my lonely way ; II . In that deep midnight of the mind , And that internal strife of heart , When dreading to be deem'd too kind , The weak despair - the cold ...
... half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark Which more misled my lonely way ; II . In that deep midnight of the mind , And that internal strife of heart , When dreading to be deem'd too kind , The weak despair - the cold ...
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151 ÆäÀÌÁö - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
151 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
243 ÆäÀÌÁö - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.