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" ... 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... "
Hebrew Melodies of Lord Byron - 31 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1890 - 45 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Artist and amateur's magazine, ed. by E.V. Rippingille

1843 - 376 ÆäÀÌÁö
...horns, wi a' my pow'r, I set mysel' ; But whether she had three or fowr I couldna telL" EASTLAKE. " And thou, who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet." STANFIELD. " Ye mariners of England Who guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 560 ÆäÀÌÁö
...many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch ' as if herstepdisturb'd the dead ! Away ! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress : Will this untearh us to complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less 1 And thou — who tell'st me to forget....
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 538 ÆäÀÌÁö
...a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! Away ! we know that tears are vain, That death nor...to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. MANFRED TO THE SORCERESS. Fnox my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 ÆäÀÌÁö
...many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch! as'if her step disturb'd the dead. Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor...complain ? Or make one mourner weep the less ? And Ilion— who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet! MY SOUL IS DARK. MY soul...
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Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Elegant Extracts on ..., 1±Ç

1847 - 540 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the autumn blast of grief. BYRON'S Giaour. 22. Away ! we know that tears are vain, That death ne'er heeds nor hears distress ; Will this unteach us to complain, Or make one mourner weep the less? BYRON. 23. Oh ! too convincing — dangerously dear, In woman's eye, the unanswerable tear ! That weapon...
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The Select Poetical Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 ÆäÀÌÁö
...a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturbed the dead ! Away ! we know that tears are vain, That death nor...me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet THY DAYS ARE DONE. THY days are done, thy fame begun ; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of...
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A cyclop©¡dia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams

Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 774 ÆäÀÌÁö
...For on that day was Cceur de Lion shun? Dryden. Away! we know that tears are vain, That death ne'er heeds nor hears distress; Will this unteach us to complain, Or make one mourner weep the less? Byron. COMPLEXION. MEN judge by the complexion, of the sky The state and inclination of the day. Shakspere....
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The poetical works of lord Byron, ÆäÀÌÁö 10,2±Ç

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 434 ÆäÀÌÁö
...a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step disturb'd the dead ! Away ! we know that tears are vain, That death nor...the less ? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, MY SOUL IS DAKK. i. MY soul is dark — Oh ! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear ; And...
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The Loved and the Lost ...

William Ross Wallace - 1856 - 192 ÆäÀÌÁö
...vain, That Death nor hears, nor heeds distress : Will this unteach us to complain ? Or make one monrner weep the less ? And thou ! who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet ! LOED BYBON. &m*ttt. She could not weep : the agony of her soul had seared the offering ere it reached...
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Ruskin: Arrows of the chase. Being a collection of scattered letters ...

John Ruskin - 1880 - 442 ÆäÀÌÁö
...my pow'r, I set mysel' ; But whether she had three or fowr, I couldna tell." EASTLAKE. " And thon, who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet." STANFIELD. " Ye mariners of England, Who guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years...
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