Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, 2±ÇJohn Murray, 1823 |
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... heads it knock'd ; And I have felt the winter's spray 119 Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky ; And then the very rock hath rock'd , And I have felt it shake , unshock'd , Because I could have smiled ...
... heads it knock'd ; And I have felt the winter's spray 119 Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky ; And then the very rock hath rock'd , And I have felt it shake , unshock'd , Because I could have smiled ...
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... head , Nor reach his dying hand — nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To rend and gnash my bonds in twain . He died and they unlocked his chain , And scoop'd for him a shallow grave Even from the cold earth of our ...
... head , Nor reach his dying hand — nor dead , Though hard I strove , but strove in vain , To rend and gnash my bonds in twain . He died and they unlocked his chain , And scoop'd for him a shallow grave Even from the cold earth of our ...
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... head on his hands , and shook as ' twere With a convulsion - then arose again , And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written , but he shed no tears . And he did calm himself , and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet ...
... head on his hands , and shook as ' twere With a convulsion - then arose again , And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written , but he shed no tears . And he did calm himself , and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet ...
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... turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . F IV . And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized THE INCANTATION . 47.
... turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , And the power which thou dost feel Shall be what thou must conceal . F IV . And a magic voice and verse Hath baptized THE INCANTATION . 47.
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... head I pour the vial Which doth devote thee to this trial ; Nor to slumber , nor to die , Shall be in thy destiny ; Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish , but as a fear ; Lo ! the spell now works around thee , And the ...
... head I pour the vial Which doth devote thee to this trial ; Nor to slumber , nor to die , Shall be in thy destiny ; Though thy death shall still seem near To thy wish , but as a fear ; Lo ! the spell now works around thee , And the ...
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2 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
12 ÆäÀÌÁö - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched them in their sullen trade; Had seen the mice by moonlight play — And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill; yet, strange to tell! In quiet we had learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...