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... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . Would it were so , Count ! - But I would fain confer with thee alone . Man . Herman , retire . What would my reverend guest ? ABBOT . Thus , without prelude : -Age and zeal , my office , And good intent , must plead my privilege ...
... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . Would it were so , Count ! - But I would fain confer with thee alone . Man . Herman , retire . What would my reverend guest ? ABBOT . Thus , without prelude : -Age and zeal , my office , And good intent , must plead my privilege ...
121 ÆäÀÌÁö
... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . All this is well For this will pass away , and be succeeded By an auspicious hope which shall look up With calm assurance to that blessed place , Which all who seek may win , whatever be Their earthly errors , so they be atoned ...
... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . All this is well For this will pass away , and be succeeded By an auspicious hope which shall look up With calm assurance to that blessed place , Which all who seek may win , whatever be Their earthly errors , so they be atoned ...
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... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . I answer with the Roman- It never can be so , To reconcile thyself with thy own soul , And thy own soul with heaven . Hast thou no hope ? ' Tis strange --- even those who do despair above , Yet shape themselves some phantasy on ...
... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . I answer with the Roman- It never can be so , To reconcile thyself with thy own soul , And thy own soul with heaven . Hast thou no hope ? ' Tis strange --- even those who do despair above , Yet shape themselves some phantasy on ...
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... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . And wherefore so ? MAN . I could not tame my nature down ; for he Must serve who fain would sway -- and soothe -- and sue- And watch all time --- and pry into all place --- And be a living lie --- who would become A mighty thing ...
... ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . And wherefore so ? MAN . I could not tame my nature down ; for he Must serve who fain would sway -- and soothe -- and sue- And watch all time --- and pry into all place --- And be a living lie --- who would become A mighty thing ...
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . I ' gin to fear that thou art past all aid Alas ! From me and from my calling ; yet so young , I still would- MAN . Look on me ! there is an order Of mortals on the earth , who do become Old ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) ¬¡¬Ó¬Ó¬à¬ä . I ' gin to fear that thou art past all aid Alas ! From me and from my calling ; yet so young , I still would- MAN . Look on me ! there is an order Of mortals on the earth , who do become Old ...
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125 ÆäÀÌÁö - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
10 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.
200 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.
32 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...
9 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.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
132 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.
86 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...
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame ; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear ; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear ? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well : — Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met — In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee ? — With silence and tears. STANZAS FOR...
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...