The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 576 páginas |
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... 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 joy , Quick to my gate directs his ...
... 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 joy , Quick to my gate directs his ...
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... seem'd his cheek , and pale , But Oscar own'd a hero's soul , His dark eye shone through beams of truth Allan had early learn'd control , And smooth his words had been from youth . Both , both were brave : the Saxon spear Was shiver'd ...
... seem'd his cheek , and pale , But Oscar own'd a hero's soul , His dark eye shone through beams of truth Allan had early learn'd control , And smooth his words had been from youth . Both , both were brave : the Saxon spear Was shiver'd ...
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... seem'd so great , I pitied your fate , As your fair was so reserved . Since the balm - breathing kiss of this magical miss Can such wonderful transports produce ; Since the " world you forget , when your lips have once met , " My ...
... seem'd so great , I pitied your fate , As your fair was so reserved . Since the balm - breathing kiss of this magical miss Can such wonderful transports produce ; Since the " world you forget , when your lips have once met , " My ...
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... seem'd to smile before thee ; And once my breast abhorr'd deceit , - For then it beat but to adore thee . But now I seek for other joys : To think would drive my soul to madness , In thoughtless throngs and empty noise ; I conquer half ...
... seem'd to smile before thee ; And once my breast abhorr'd deceit , - For then it beat but to adore thee . But now I seek for other joys : To think would drive my soul to madness , In thoughtless throngs and empty noise ; I conquer half ...
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... seem'd the sable dew , That of his valour show'd the bloodless hue ; And all with justice deem'd the two combined The mingled emblems of his mighty mind . But Caledonia's goddess hover'd o'er The field , and sav'd him from the wrath of ...
... seem'd the sable dew , That of his valour show'd the bloodless hue ; And all with justice deem'd the two combined The mingled emblems of his mighty mind . But Caledonia's goddess hover'd o'er The field , and sav'd him from the wrath of ...
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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...