The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 576 páginas |
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... round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of ...
... round yon sable heaven ; Boötes , only , seem'd to roll His arctic charge around the pole ; While mortals , lost in gentle sleep , Forgot to smile , or ceased to weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of ...
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... at eve , on yon tombstone I lay ; Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the suns setting ray . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded HOURS OF IDLENESS . 28.
... at eve , on yon tombstone I lay ; Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd , To catch the last gleam of the suns setting ray . I once more view the room , with spectators surrounded HOURS OF IDLENESS . 28.
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... round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid ...
... round thy snowy forehead wave , The cheeks which sprung from beauty's mould , The lips which made me beauty's slave . Here I can trace - ah , no ! that eye , Whose azure floats in liquid fire , Must all the painter's art defy , And bid ...
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... round their childhood his flowers as they grew They flourish awhile in the season of truth , Till chill'd by the winter of Love's last adieu ! Sweet lady ! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue ...
... round their childhood his flowers as they grew They flourish awhile in the season of truth , Till chill'd by the winter of Love's last adieu ! Sweet lady ! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue ...
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... round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note : * To gladden more their Highland cheer , The strains in martial numbers float : And they who ...
... round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note : * To gladden more their Highland cheer , The strains in martial numbers float : And they who ...
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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...