The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... deep sense of loss in her death : indeed , he spoke of her as “ the only friend he had in the world . " He showed the Hints from Horace and Childe Harold ( limited as yet to cantos 1 and 2 ) to a confidential acquaintance , Mr Dallas ...
... deep sense of loss in her death : indeed , he spoke of her as “ the only friend he had in the world . " He showed the Hints from Horace and Childe Harold ( limited as yet to cantos 1 and 2 ) to a confidential acquaintance , Mr Dallas ...
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... deep and steady affection for her in his manhood : an affection which has hitherto been regarded as fraternal only , and highly honourable to both parties - and such it un- doubtedly , and with great seeming genuineness , appears to be ...
... deep and steady affection for her in his manhood : an affection which has hitherto been regarded as fraternal only , and highly honourable to both parties - and such it un- doubtedly , and with great seeming genuineness , appears to be ...
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... deep the yellow beam he throws , Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows . On old Ægina's rock and Hydra's isle The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine , Though there his altars ...
... deep the yellow beam he throws , Gilds the green wave that trembles as it glows . On old Ægina's rock and Hydra's isle The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine , Though there his altars ...
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... deep purpureal flood , And claims his long arrear of northern blood . So may ye perish ! -Pallas , when she gave Your freeborn rights , forbade ye to enslave . " Look on your Spain ! —she clasps the hand she hates , But boldly clasps ...
... deep purpureal flood , And claims his long arrear of northern blood . So may ye perish ! -Pallas , when she gave Your freeborn rights , forbade ye to enslave . " Look on your Spain ! —she clasps the hand she hates , But boldly clasps ...
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... deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The torrents that from cliff to valley leap , The vine on high , the willow branch below , Mix'd in one mighty scene , with varied beauty glow . XX . Then slowly climb the many ...
... deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The torrents that from cliff to valley leap , The vine on high , the willow branch below , Mix'd in one mighty scene , with varied beauty glow . XX . Then slowly climb the many ...
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Adah Anah art thou aught beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæs Cain call'd Calmar coursers dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread dream e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden Juan king knew Lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Michel Steno mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once PANIA pass'd passion Rome round SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit stars Stral strange Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought turn'd twas twill unto voice wave whate'er wild words young youth
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38 페이지 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
134 페이지 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
38 페이지 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
555 페이지 - 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.
555 페이지 - 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.
403 페이지 - Phoebus sprung. Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian Muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute Have found the fame your shores refuse. Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
64 페이지 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
64 페이지 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
64 페이지 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
403 페이지 - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.