The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 576 páginas |
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... felt deeply the neglect ; and , not having the humility to acknowledge the equity of the retribu- tion which so quickly visited his early sins , he seems to have resolved upon justifying the evil impressions which attended his entrance ...
... felt deeply the neglect ; and , not having the humility to acknowledge the equity of the retribu- tion which so quickly visited his early sins , he seems to have resolved upon justifying the evil impressions which attended his entrance ...
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... . Margaret Parker , daughter of Admiral Parker . Byron's first verses were written , In 1800 , on this lady , for whom he felt a youthful passion . He was then about twelve , she about thirteen . a TO E LET Folly smile , to view the.
... . Margaret Parker , daughter of Admiral Parker . Byron's first verses were written , In 1800 , on this lady , for whom he felt a youthful passion . He was then about twelve , she about thirteen . a TO E LET Folly smile , to view the.
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... felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( Ah little did I think the dart Would rankle soon within ...
... felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( Ah little did I think the dart Would rankle soon within ...
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... felt , In tears at once the Trojan warriors melt : Faster than all , Iulus ' eyes o'erflow ; Such love was his , and such had been his woe . " All thou hast ask'd , receive , " the prince repliea " Nor this alone , but many a gift ...
... felt , In tears at once the Trojan warriors melt : Faster than all , Iulus ' eyes o'erflow ; Such love was his , and such had been his woe . " All thou hast ask'd , receive , " the prince repliea " Nor this alone , but many a gift ...
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... felt , The gems which stud the monarch's golden belt This from the pallid corse was quickly torn , Once by a line of former chieftains worn . Th ' exulting boy the studded girdle wears , Messapus ' helm his head in triumph bears , Then ...
... felt , The gems which stud the monarch's golden belt This from the pallid corse was quickly torn , Once by a line of former chieftains worn . Th ' exulting boy the studded girdle wears , Messapus ' helm his head in triumph bears , Then ...
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Página 239 - 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.
Página 249 - 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!
Página 414 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 543 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
Página 293 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Página 352 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate.
Página 497 - 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.
Página 412 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 502 - Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Página 146 - Gul in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In...