The Prisoner of Chillon and Other PoemsHoughton, Miffling & Company, 1898 - 96ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... wave inthrals : A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave . 115 Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay , We heard it ripple night and day ; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked And I have ...
... wave inthrals : A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave . 115 Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay , We heard it ripple night and day ; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked And I have ...
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... to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies . One shade the more , one ray the less , Had half impaired the nameless grace , Which waves in every raven tress , 10 Or softly 26 BYRON . HEBREW MELODIES She walks in beauty.
... to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies . One shade the more , one ray the less , Had half impaired the nameless grace , Which waves in every raven tress , 10 Or softly 26 BYRON . HEBREW MELODIES She walks in beauty.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Which waves in every raven tress , 10 Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where ... wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . 5 Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Which waves in every raven tress , 10 Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where ... wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . 5 Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners ...
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... my last hope is shiver'd , And its fragments are sunk in the wave , Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They STANZAS TO AUGUSTA . 3333 STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.
... my last hope is shiver'd , And its fragments are sunk in the wave , Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd To pain it shall not be its slave . There is many a pang to pursue me : They STANZAS TO AUGUSTA . 3333 STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.
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... waves lie still and gleaming , And the lull'd winds seem dreaming . And the midnight moon is weaving 10 Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving , As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee , To listen ...
... waves lie still and gleaming , And the lull'd winds seem dreaming . And the midnight moon is weaving 10 Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving , As an infant's asleep : So the spirit bows before thee , To listen ...
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24 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
23 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!
23 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.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
19 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.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, Lone as the corse within its shroud, Lone as a solitary cloud, — A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - They stop, they start, they snuff the air, Gallop a moment here and there, Approach, retire, wheel round and round...
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas folly not sooner to shun: And if dearly that error hath cost me, And more than I once could foresee, I have found that whatever it lost me, It could not deprive me of thee.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery: But then by dull degrees came back My senses to their wonted track, I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before...