Hebrew MelodiesJohn Murray, 1815 - 53ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Baron Byron. For it hath been by sorrow nurst , And ach'd in sleepless silence long ; And now ' tis doom'd to know the worst , And break at once - or yield to song . I SAW THEE WEEP . I. I SAW THEE WEEP 18 HEBREW MELODIES .
... Baron Byron. For it hath been by sorrow nurst , And ach'd in sleepless silence long ; And now ' tis doom'd to know the worst , And break at once - or yield to song . I SAW THEE WEEP . I. I SAW THEE WEEP 18 HEBREW MELODIES .
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... and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet unblown . VI . And the widows of Ashur are loud in HEBREW MELODIES . 47.
... and pale , With the dew on his brow , and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent , the banners alone , The lances unlifted , the trumpet unblown . VI . And the widows of Ashur are loud in HEBREW MELODIES . 47.
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... silence was unbroke , 210 215 Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill , And echo answered from the hill , And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast , 220 As ...
... silence was unbroke , 210 215 Save where the watch his signal spoke , Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill , And echo answered from the hill , And the wide hum of that wild host Rustled like leaves from coast to coast , 220 As ...
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... silence framed ; Such as a sudden passing - bell Wakes , though but for a stranger's knell . XII . 235 The tent of Alp was on the shore ; The sound was hushed , the prayer was o'er ; 240 The watch was set , the night - round made , All ...
... silence framed ; Such as a sudden passing - bell Wakes , though but for a stranger's knell . XII . 235 The tent of Alp was on the shore ; The sound was hushed , the prayer was o'er ; 240 The watch was set , the night - round made , All ...
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... silent sky , though calm , And bathed his brow with airy balm : Behind , the camp - before him lay , In many a winding creek and bay , Lepanto's gulf ; and , on the brow Of Delphi's hill , unshaken snow , High and eternal , such as ...
... silent sky , though calm , And bathed his brow with airy balm : Behind , the camp - before him lay , In many a winding creek and bay , Lepanto's gulf ; and , on the brow Of Delphi's hill , unshaken snow , High and eternal , such as ...
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4 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 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. 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 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.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never...
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...