The Works of Lord Byron: Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody of the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. PoemsJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the springs Of wonder , and ...
... grief should be the instructor of the wise ; Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth , The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life . Philosophy and science , and the springs Of wonder , and ...
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... intelligence , until- WITCH . Proceed . MAN . Oh ! I but thus prolong'd my words , Boasting these idle attributes , because As I approach the core of my heart's grief— But to my task . I have not named to SCENE II . 31 MANFRED .
... intelligence , until- WITCH . Proceed . MAN . Oh ! I but thus prolong'd my words , Boasting these idle attributes , because As I approach the core of my heart's grief— But to my task . I have not named to SCENE II . 31 MANFRED .
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... grief or selfish stain , Shed without shame - and secret without pain . Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills , So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes When all of Genius which can perish ...
... grief or selfish stain , Shed without shame - and secret without pain . Even as the tenderness that hour instils When Summer's day declines along the hills , So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes When all of Genius which can perish ...
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... couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother that my heart , untamed By grief , years , weariness - and it may be A taint of that he would impute to me- From long infection of a den like this , Where 138 LAMENT OF TASSO .
... couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother that my heart , untamed By grief , years , weariness - and it may be A taint of that he would impute to me- From long infection of a den like this , Where 138 LAMENT OF TASSO .
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... couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother that my heart , untamed By grief , years , weariness - and it may be A taint of that he would impute to me- From long infection of a den like this , Where 138 LAMENT OF TASSO .
... couldst be dear , Go ! tell thy brother that my heart , untamed By grief , years , weariness - and it may be A taint of that he would impute to me- From long infection of a den like this , Where 138 LAMENT OF TASSO .
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70 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.
101 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...
68 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.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hear me, hear me — Astarte ! my beloved ! speak to me : I have so much endured, so much endure — Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made To torture thus each other, though it were The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself — but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful; And both were young, yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon...
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar The watchdog bay'd beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...