The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... Round the rent casque her owlet circled slow , And mourn'd his mistress with a shriek of woe ! " Mortal ! " - ' twas thus she spake " that blush of shame Proclaims thee Briton , once a noble name : First of the mighty , foremost of the ...
... Round the rent casque her owlet circled slow , And mourn'd his mistress with a shriek of woe ! " Mortal ! " - ' twas thus she spake " that blush of shame Proclaims thee Briton , once a noble name : First of the mighty , foremost of the ...
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... round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV . Enough of Battle's ... rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of capitals , Still to the last kind .Vice clings to the tottering walls . XLVII ...
... round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV . Enough of Battle's ... rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of capitals , Still to the last kind .Vice clings to the tottering walls . XLVII ...
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... round thy giant base a brighter choir ; Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing ...
... round thy giant base a brighter choir ; Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing ...
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... round ; Long ere the first loud trumpet's note is heard , Ne vacant space for lated wight is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound , Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye , Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound ...
... round ; Long ere the first loud trumpet's note is heard , Ne vacant space for lated wight is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound , Skill'd in the ogle of a roguish eye , Yet ever well inclined to heal the wound ...
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... round him clung invisibly a chain Which gall'd for ever , fettering though unseen , And heavy though it clank'd not ; worn with pain . Which pined although it spoke not , and grew keen , Entering with every step he took through many a ...
... round him clung invisibly a chain Which gall'd for ever , fettering though unseen , And heavy though it clank'd not ; worn with pain . Which pined although it spoke not , and grew keen , Entering with every step he took through many a ...
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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.