The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems, and Others Never Before Published, 1±ÇBaudry, 1832 |
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... breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' t were sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that ...
... breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' t were sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that ...
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... breath of war . No more beneath soft eve's consenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and man be ...
... breath of war . No more beneath soft eve's consenting star Fandango twirls his jocund castanet : Ah , monarchs ! could ye taste the mirth ye mar , Not in the toils of glory would ye fret ; The hoarse dull drum would sleep , and man be ...
97 ÆäÀÌÁö
... breath prevail . III . In my youth's summer I did sing of one , The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind ; Again I seize the theme then but begun , And bear it with me , as the rushing wind Bears the cloud onwards : in that tale I find ...
... breath prevail . III . In my youth's summer I did sing of one , The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind ; Again I seize the theme then but begun , And bear it with me , as the rushing wind Bears the cloud onwards : in that tale I find ...
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... breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , 4 And Evan's , Donald's 5 fame rings in each clansman's ears ! XXVII . And ...
... breath which fills Their mountain - pipe , so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years , 4 And Evan's , Donald's 5 fame rings in each clansman's ears ! XXVII . And ...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö
... fool ; Envied , yet how unenviable ! what stings Are theirs ! One breast laid open were a school Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine or rule . XLIV . Their breath is agitation , and their life CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 107.
... fool ; Envied , yet how unenviable ! what stings Are theirs ! One breast laid open were a school Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine or rule . XLIV . Their breath is agitation , and their life CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 107.
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103 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
473 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.
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
461 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!
474 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ! FROM JOH.
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
356 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.
141 ÆäÀÌÁö - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time...