The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... gaze on thee , what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , And guileless ...
... gaze on thee , what language could they speak ? Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , And guileless ...
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... gaze the eyes with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh ...
... gaze the eyes with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh ...
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... gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallow'd scene , Which ...
... gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been , Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot , Shall I unmoved behold the hallow'd scene , Which ...
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... gaze on Spain : if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchain'd . Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er the parent clime prowls Murder unrestrained . XC ...
... gaze on Spain : if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchain'd . Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er the parent clime prowls Murder unrestrained . XC ...
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... gaze ! Lands of the dark - eyed Maid and dusky Moor , Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze : How softly on the Spanish shore she plays , Disclosing rock , and slope , and forest brown , Distinct , though darkening with her waning ...
... gaze ! Lands of the dark - eyed Maid and dusky Moor , Alike beheld beneath pale Hecate's blaze : How softly on the Spanish shore she plays , Disclosing rock , and slope , and forest brown , Distinct , though darkening with her waning ...
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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.