The Prisoner of Chillon and Other PoemsHoughton, Miffling & Company, 1898 - 96ÆäÀÌÁö |
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Though the virgins of Salem lament , Be the judge and the hero unbent ! 15 I have won the great battle for thee , And my Father and Country are free ! When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd , When the ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Though the virgins of Salem lament , Be the judge and the hero unbent ! 15 I have won the great battle for thee , And my Father and Country are free ! When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd , When the ...
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30 cents Alhama answer'd beautiful BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH INTRODUCTIONS blood Bonnivard bound breast breath bright brow Bunker Hill Monument castle castle of Chillon chain change came o'er cold Cossack courser's dark death Double Number dread dream dungeon earth eyes fate feel felt forest gentle Golden Legend grew hath Hawthorne's heart heaven Hetman hope horse hour John Burroughs's King knew Lady Lake limbs linen Longfellow's Longfellow's Courtship Lord Byron Lowell's Mazeppa monarch Moore ne'er never night o'er the spirit pain passions Perchance POEMS BY LORD Poor Richard's Almanac PRISONER OF CHILLON Prometheus Riverside Press round seem'd Selection from Whittier's Shakespeare's sigh Single Numbers Sir Launfal sire smile Song Song of Hiawatha soul STANZAS steed stood Stories sweet Tanglewood Tales tears thee thine things THOMAS MOORE thou thought trees Ukraine verses voice walls waves Whittier's Child wild youth ¥Æώ¥ç ¥òάς ἀ¥ã¥á¥ðῶ
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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...