The poetical works of lord Byron, with illustr. by K. Halswelle |
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... Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies , With all the thirsting eye of Enterprise ; Tell o'er the tales of many a night of toil , And marvel where they next shall seize a spoil : No matter where - their chief's allotment this ...
... Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies , With all the thirsting eye of Enterprise ; Tell o'er the tales of many a night of toil , And marvel where they next shall seize a spoil : No matter where - their chief's allotment this ...
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... gaze and marvel how - and still confess That thus it is , but why they cannot guess . Sun - burnt his cheek , his forehead high and pale The sable curls in wild profusion veil ; And oft perforce his rising lip reveals The haughtier ...
... gaze and marvel how - and still confess That thus it is , but why they cannot guess . Sun - burnt his cheek , his forehead high and pale The sable curls in wild profusion veil ; And oft perforce his rising lip reveals The haughtier ...
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... gaze no more ; Felt - that for him earth held but her alone , Kiss'd her cold forehead - turn'd - is Conrad gone ? XV . " And is he gone ? " - on sudden solitude How oft that fearful question will intrude ! " " Twas but an instant past ...
... gaze no more ; Felt - that for him earth held but her alone , Kiss'd her cold forehead - turn'd - is Conrad gone ? XV . " And is he gone ? " - on sudden solitude How oft that fearful question will intrude ! " " Twas but an instant past ...
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... gaze on vacancy . Till - oh , how far ! -it caught a glimpse of him , And then it flow'd - and frensied seem'd to swim , Through those long , dark , and glistening lashes dew'd With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd . " He's gone ...
... gaze on vacancy . Till - oh , how far ! -it caught a glimpse of him , And then it flow'd - and frensied seem'd to swim , Through those long , dark , and glistening lashes dew'd With drops of sadness oft to be renew'd . " He's gone ...
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... gazing on that grief of hers ! What lost a world , and bade a hero fly ? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye . Yet be the soft triumvir's fault forgiven ; By this - how many lose not earth -- but heaven ! Consign their souls to man's ...
... gazing on that grief of hers ! What lost a world , and bade a hero fly ? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye . Yet be the soft triumvir's fault forgiven ; By this - how many lose not earth -- but heaven ! Consign their souls to man's ...
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219 ÆäÀÌÁö - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
565 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
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted 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.
641 ÆäÀÌÁö - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The...
172 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.
643 ÆäÀÌÁö - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
299 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.