Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody on the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. Poems. Prophecy of Dante. CainJohn Murray, 1828 |
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... thou , Child of Clay ! with me ? The SEVEN SPIRITS . Earth , ocean , air , night , mountains , winds , thy star ... Art thou answer'd ? ` Man . Ye mock me - but the power which 10 ACT I. MANFRED .
... thou , Child of Clay ! with me ? The SEVEN SPIRITS . Earth , ocean , air , night , mountains , winds , thy star ... Art thou answer'd ? ` Man . Ye mock me - but the power which 10 ACT I. MANFRED .
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... thou Art not a madness and a mockery , I yet might be most happy . I will clasp thee , And we again will be- [ The ... thy slumber may be deep , Yet thy spirit 12 ACT I. MANFRED .
... thou Art not a madness and a mockery , I yet might be most happy . I will clasp thee , And we again will be- [ The ... thy slumber may be deep , Yet thy spirit 12 ACT I. MANFRED .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Though thy slumber may be deep , Yet thy spirit shall not sleep ; There are shades ... Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Though thy slumber may be deep , Yet thy spirit shall not sleep ; There are shades ... Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou ...
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... thou , the bright eye of the universe , That openest over all , and unto all Art a delight - thou shin'st not on my heart . And you , ye crags , upon whose extreme edge I stand , and on the torrent's brink beneath Behold the tall pines ...
... thou , the bright eye of the universe , That openest over all , and unto all Art a delight - thou shin'st not on my heart . And you , ye crags , upon whose extreme edge I stand , and on the torrent's brink beneath Behold the tall pines ...
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... Thou winged and cloud - cleaving minister , [ An eagle passes . Whose happy flight is highest into heaven , Well may'st thou swoop so near me - I should be Thy prey , and gorge thine eaglets ; thou art gone Where the eye cannot follow ...
... Thou winged and cloud - cleaving minister , [ An eagle passes . Whose happy flight is highest into heaven , Well may'st thou swoop so near me - I should be Thy prey , and gorge thine eaglets ; thou art gone Where the eye cannot follow ...
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Abbot Abel Adah Adam Alhama angels art thou Astarte Ay de mi bear beautiful behold beneath blood breast breath bright brother brow Cain CHAMOIS clay clouds curse dare dark dead death dost thou doth dread dream dust dwell earth eternity evil eyes father fear feel gaze Ghibelline glory Granada grave grief hath heart heaven hour immortal Jehovah light live lone look LORD BYRON Lucifer MANFRED Mariamne mind mortal mountains mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night o'er once pain pang Paradise Pre-Adamites SCENE seraphs serpent shine sire sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit star sweet taught tears tempt terza rima thine things thou art thou canst thou hast thou shalt thou wert thought throne thyself tomb torture tree Twas twere Twill voice wave weep wilt words wouldst wretched Zillah
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193 페이지 - 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.
51 페이지 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old ! — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.
61 페이지 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
87 페이지 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
195 페이지 - Should her lineaments resemble Those thou never more may'st see, Then thy heart will softly tremble With a pulse yet true to me. All my faults perchance thou knowest, All my madness none can know ; All my hopes, where'er thou goest, Wither, yet with thee they go. Every feeling hath been shaken ; Pride, which not a world could bow. Bows to thee — by thee forsaken, Even my soul forsakes me now...
148 페이지 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
213 페이지 - A fearful hope was all the world contained ; Forests were set on fire — but hour by hour They fell and faded — and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash — and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them...
191 페이지 - Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own ; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears.
188 페이지 - They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
218 페이지 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scatter'd at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; — the hill Was crowned with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...