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... Thine eyes ' blue tenderness , " etc. ] . First published , Corsair , 1814 ( Second Edition ) Sonnet . To Genevra [ " Thy cheek is pale with thought , " etc. ] . First published , Corsair , 1814 ( Second Edition ) . From the Portuguese ...
... Thine eyes ' blue tenderness , " etc. ] . First published , Corsair , 1814 ( Second Edition ) Sonnet . To Genevra [ " Thy cheek is pale with thought , " etc. ] . First published , Corsair , 1814 ( Second Edition ) . From the Portuguese ...
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... thine . [ MS . M. October 11 , 1809 . First published , Childe Harold , 1812 ( 4to ) . ] STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE AMBRACIAN GULF . I. THROUGH cloudless skies , in silvery sheen , Full beams the moon on Actium's coast : And on ...
... thine . [ MS . M. October 11 , 1809 . First published , Childe Harold , 1812 ( 4to ) . ] STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE AMBRACIAN GULF . I. THROUGH cloudless skies , in silvery sheen , Full beams the moon on Actium's coast : And on ...
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... thine eyes and ringlets curled ! I cannot lose a world for thee , But would not lose thee for a World . November 14 , 1809 . [ MS . M. First published , Childe Harold , 1812 ( 4to ) . ] THE SPELL IS BROKE , THE CHARM IS FLOWN ! iv ...
... thine eyes and ringlets curled ! I cannot lose a world for thee , But would not lose thee for a World . November 14 , 1809 . [ MS . M. First published , Childe Harold , 1812 ( 4to ) . ] THE SPELL IS BROKE , THE CHARM IS FLOWN ! iv ...
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... Thine image and my tears are left . 2 . ' Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope ; But this I feel can ne'er be true : For by the death - blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew . Athens , January , 1811 . [ First published , Childe Harold ...
... Thine image and my tears are left . 2 . ' Tis said with Sorrow Time can cope ; But this I feel can ne'er be true : For by the death - blow of my Hope My Memory immortal grew . Athens , January , 1811 . [ First published , Childe Harold ...
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... thine absence with me . 1811 . [ First published , Childe Harold , 1812 ( 4to ) . ] ON PARTING . I. THE kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . 2 ...
... thine absence with me . 1811 . [ First published , Childe Harold , 1812 ( 4to ) . ] ON PARTING . I. THE kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . 2 ...
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159 ÆäÀÌÁö - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
405 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 passed...
436 ÆäÀÌÁö - There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the. lull'd winds seem dreaming : And the midnight moon is weaving 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 and adore thee ; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
537 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.
273 ÆäÀÌÁö - Salamis ! Their azure arches, through the long expanse, More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints along their summits driven Mark his gay course, and own the hues of Heaven ; Till darkly shaded from the land, and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
513 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
513 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
470 ÆäÀÌÁö - Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown ! Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - The leaves must drop away : And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering leaf by leaf Than see it pluck'd to-day ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair.