The works of lord Byron, 4±Ç |
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17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thine eyes are wet . MY SOUL IS DARK . 1 . My soul is dark - Oh ! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear . If in this heart a hope be dear , That sound shall ...
... thine eyes are wet . MY SOUL IS DARK . 1 . My soul is dark - Oh ! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear . If in this heart a hope be dear , That sound shall ...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thine . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky , Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy 18 HEBREW MELODIES . saw thee weep.
... thine . As clouds from yonder sun receive A deep and mellow die , Which scarce the shade of coming eve Can banish from the sky , Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy 18 HEBREW MELODIES . saw thee weep.
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... Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son , " Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay . ¡° Thou , thy race , lie pale and low HEBREW MELODIES . 21 ...
... Thine , to - morrow , when with me : " Ere the coming day is done , " Such shalt thou be , such thy son , " Fare thee well , but for a day ; " Then we mix our mouldering clay . ¡° Thou , thy race , lie pale and low HEBREW MELODIES . 21 ...
28 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thine The land and the life which for him I resign . HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE , 1 . ¡§ , Mariamne ! now for thee The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding ; Revenge is lost in agony , And wild remorse to rage succeeding . Oh ...
... thine The land and the life which for him I resign . HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE , 1 . ¡§ , Mariamne ! now for thee The heart for which thou bled'st is bleeding ; Revenge is lost in agony , And wild remorse to rage succeeding . Oh ...
39 ÆäÀÌÁö
... nor fiend hath fallen so far . 2 . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save- Thine only gift.
... nor fiend hath fallen so far . 2 . Ill - minded man ! why scourge thy kind Who bow'd so low the knee ? By gazing on thyself grown blind , Thou taught'st the rest to see . With might unquestion'd , -power to save- Thine only gift.
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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...