The Works of Lord Byron: Manfred. Hebrew melodies. Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Monody of the death of Sheridan. Lament of Tasso. PoemsJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... sleep , But a continuance of enduring thought , Which then I can resist not : in my heart There is a vigil , and these eyes but close To look within ; and yet I live , and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men . But grief should ...
... sleep , But a continuance of enduring thought , Which then I can resist not : in my heart There is a vigil , and these eyes but close To look within ; and yet I live , and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men . But grief should ...
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... sleep , There are shades which will not vanish , There are thoughts thou canst not banish ; By a power to thee unknown , Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt ...
... sleep , There are shades which will not vanish , There are thoughts thou canst not banish ; By a power to thee unknown , Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud , Thou art gather'd in a cloud ; And for ever shalt ...
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... sleep ; thy toils , By danger dignified , yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave , With cross and garland over its green turf , And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ; This do I see - and then I look within- It ...
... sleep ; thy toils , By danger dignified , yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave , With cross and garland over its green turf , And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ; This do I see - and then I look within- It ...
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... sleeping infant's cheek , Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart , Or the rose tints , which summer's twilight leaves Upon the lofty glacier's virgin snow , The blush of earth embracing with her heaven , - Tinge thy celestial ...
... sleeping infant's cheek , Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart , Or the rose tints , which summer's twilight leaves Upon the lofty glacier's virgin snow , The blush of earth embracing with her heaven , - Tinge thy celestial ...
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... sleep , Or watch my watchings - Come and sit by me ! My solitude is solitude no more , But peopled with the Furies ; -I have gnash'd My teeth in darkness till returning morn , Then cursed myself till sunset ; -I have pray'd For madness ...
... sleep , Or watch my watchings - Come and sit by me ! My solitude is solitude no more , But peopled with the Furies ; -I have gnash'd My teeth in darkness till returning morn , Then cursed myself till sunset ; -I have pray'd For madness ...
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Página 112 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 113 - 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 82 - 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 78 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 81 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 68 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 176 - I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Página 221 - FARE thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Página 247 - The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face...
Página 254 - Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.