Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53페이지 |
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51 페이지
... weeps above the brave . For them is Sorrow's purest sigh O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent : In vain their bones unburied lie , All earth becomes their monument ! A tomb is theirs on every page , An epitaph E 2 Lines on Sir Peter Parker.
... weeps above the brave . For them is Sorrow's purest sigh O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent : In vain their bones unburied lie , All earth becomes their monument ! A tomb is theirs on every page , An epitaph E 2 Lines on Sir Peter Parker.
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... sighing : The waters murmured of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray , 365 Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled THE ...
... sighing : The waters murmured of their name ; The woods were peopled with their fame ; The silent pillar , lone and gray , 365 Claimed kindred with their sacred clay ; Their spirits wrapt the dusky mountain , Their memory sparkled THE ...
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... sigh . 475 Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He looked on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How ...
... sigh . 475 Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He looked on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How ...
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... Sigh , nor word , nor struggling breath Heralded his way to death : Ere his very thought could pray , 845 Unanealed he passed away , Without a hope from mercy's aid , — 850 To the last a renegade . XXVIII . Fearfully the yell arose Of ...
... Sigh , nor word , nor struggling breath Heralded his way to death : Ere his very thought could pray , 845 Unanealed he passed away , Without a hope from mercy's aid , — 850 To the last a renegade . XXVIII . Fearfully the yell arose Of ...
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... sigh , Then seized a torch which blazed thereby ; And still he stood , while , with steel and flame , Inward and onward the Mussulman came . XXXI . 910 915 The vaults beneath the mosaic stone 920 Contained the dead of ages gone ; Their ...
... sigh , Then seized a torch which blazed thereby ; And still he stood , while , with steel and flame , Inward and onward the Mussulman came . XXXI . 910 915 The vaults beneath the mosaic stone 920 Contained the dead of ages gone ; Their ...
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behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath bright brow Chillon cloud cold Corinth dark Darvell dead death deed deep doom doth dream dungeon earth eternal eyes falchions fame fear feel fell felt gazed Geneve glance glory grave Greece grew hand hath heard heart heaven Hetman hill hope hour knew light limbs look LORD BYRON maid Mariamne Mazeppa Minotti monarch Moslem ne'er never night nought numbers o'er pain Parisina pass'd POEM PRISONER OF CHILLON rolls Romania rose round sate scarce seem'd shines shone shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent SIR PETER PARKER sire sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars steed stone stood sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand turban Turcoman Twas Venice voice wall wandered waves weep wept wild winds wished for wings withered
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4 페이지 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
46 페이지 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
4 페이지 - 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.
47 페이지 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
49 페이지 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
14 페이지 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, 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...
52 페이지 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
38 페이지 - The dread of vanish'd shadows. Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ! What are they ' Creations of the mind ? The mind can make Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, — and give A breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
37 페이지 - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
40 페이지 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...