The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 1055 páginas |
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... sweet music driven . ' Perhaps nowhere could a more perfect expression of this wayward and delicate spirit of romance be found , unless in that brief phrase of A Winter's Tale : ' a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters ...
... sweet music driven . ' Perhaps nowhere could a more perfect expression of this wayward and delicate spirit of romance be found , unless in that brief phrase of A Winter's Tale : ' a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters ...
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... Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies ; Though here awhile he learn'd to moral- ize , For Meditation fix'd at times on him ; 320 And conscious Reason whisper'd to de- spise His ...
... Sweet was the scene , yet soon he thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies ; Though here awhile he learn'd to moral- ize , For Meditation fix'd at times on him ; 320 And conscious Reason whisper'd to de- spise His ...
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... sweet . XL By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see ( For one who hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant War - hounds rouse them from their ...
... sweet . XL By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see ( For one who hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant War - hounds rouse them from their ...
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... sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours light ! To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! 70 Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all who taught the right ...
... sweet it were in concert to adore With those who made our mortal labours light ! To hear each voice we fear'd to hear no more ! 70 Behold each mighty shade reveal'd to sight , The Bactrian , Samian sage , and all who taught the right ...
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... Sweet are thy groves , and verdant are thy fields , 820 Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled , And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds , The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain ...
... Sweet are thy groves , and verdant are thy fields , 820 Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled , And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds , The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain ...
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Página 79 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 74 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian Mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged ? — Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire...
Página 80 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 80 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 39 - The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard too have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills...
Página 398 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement...
Página 400 - I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so.
Página 66 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 55 - Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was;— her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
Página 41 - But Quiet to quick bosoms is a Hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the Soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.