The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, 1±ÇR. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 . " Come hither ...
... rise To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother Earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 . " Come hither ...
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... rise in eraggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? - Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : ¬·¬·¬·ІІІ . But these ...
... rise in eraggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? - Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : ¬·¬·¬·ІІІ . But these ...
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... view thy sons in crowds to Hades furl'd , LIII . And must they fall ? the young , the proud , the brave , To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign ? No step between submission and a grave ? The rise 28 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... view thy sons in crowds to Hades furl'd , LIII . And must they fall ? the young , the proud , the brave , To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign ? No step between submission and a grave ? The rise 28 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ? And Counsel sage , and patriotic Zeal , The Veteran's skill ...
... rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ? And Counsel sage , and patriotic Zeal , The Veteran's skill ...
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... can still bestow , though Glory fly her glades . LXV . Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls 32 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... can still bestow , though Glory fly her glades . LXV . Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls 32 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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186 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 deed...
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...