The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... land . E'en I - least thinking of a thoughtless throng , Just skill'd to know the right and choose the wrong , Freed at that age when reason's shield is lost , To fight my course through passion's countless host , Whom every path of ...
... land . E'en I - least thinking of a thoughtless throng , Just skill'd to know the right and choose the wrong , Freed at that age when reason's shield is lost , To fight my course through passion's countless host , Whom every path of ...
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... lands of Staffordshire . Gifford , author of the Baviad and Mæviad , the first satires of the day , and translator ... land of gods and godlike men . And you , associate bards ! who snatch'd tc light t Those gems too long withheld from ...
... lands of Staffordshire . Gifford , author of the Baviad and Mæviad , the first satires of the day , and translator ... land of gods and godlike men . And you , associate bards ! who snatch'd tc light t Those gems too long withheld from ...
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... land he seem'd to pour , The land where Phoebus never frown'd before ; But ere he sank below Citharon's head , The cup of woe was quaff'd - the spirit fled ; The soul of him that scorn'd to fear or fly , Who lived and died as none can ...
... land he seem'd to pour , The land where Phoebus never frown'd before ; But ere he sank below Citharon's head , The cup of woe was quaff'd - the spirit fled ; The soul of him that scorn'd to fear or fly , Who lived and died as none can ...
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... land gives birth ; A land of meanness , sophistry , and mist . Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain , Till , burst at length , each watery head o'erflows , Then thousand schemes of ...
... land gives birth ; A land of meanness , sophistry , and mist . Each breeze from foggy mount and marshy plain Dilutes with drivel every drizzly brain , Till , burst at length , each watery head o'erflows , Then thousand schemes of ...
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... land : Yet jarring sects convulse a sister isle , And light with maddening hands the mutual pile . " Tis done , tis past , since Pallas warns in vain ; The Furies seize her abdicated reign : Wide o'er the realm they wave their kindling ...
... land : Yet jarring sects convulse a sister isle , And light with maddening hands the mutual pile . " Tis done , tis past , since Pallas warns in vain ; The Furies seize her abdicated reign : Wide o'er the realm they wave their kindling ...
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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.