The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 1055 páginas |
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... thou wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not , reck'st not to what region , so On earth no more , but mingled with the skies ? Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies , That little ...
... thou wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not , reck'st not to what region , so On earth no more , but mingled with the skies ? Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies , That little ...
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... Thou too art gone , thou loved and lovel one ! Whom youth and youth's affections boun to me ; Who did for me what none beside hav done , Nor shrank from one albeit unworth thee . What is my being ? thou hast ceased t be ! Nor staid to ...
... Thou too art gone , thou loved and lovel one ! Whom youth and youth's affections boun to me ; Who did for me what none beside hav done , Nor shrank from one albeit unworth thee . What is my being ? thou hast ceased t be ! Nor staid to ...
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... Thou , who didst grudge him even that fleeting span , 309 More than enough , thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of tongues record thee , and anew Their children's lips shall echo them , and say- Here , where the sword united nations drew ...
... Thou , who didst grudge him even that fleeting span , 309 More than enough , thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of tongues record thee , and anew Their children's lips shall echo them , and say- Here , where the sword united nations drew ...
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... thou wert 330 A god unto thyself ; nor less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert , Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert . XXXVIII Oh , more or less than man in high or low , Battling with nations , flying from ...
... thou wert 330 A god unto thyself ; nor less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert , Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert . XXXVIII Oh , more or less than man in high or low , Battling with nations , flying from ...
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... thou flow , Old Tiber , through a marble wilderness ? Rise , with thy yellow waves , and mantle her distress ! LXXX ... thou , whose chariot roll'd on Fortune's wheel , Triumphant Sylla ! thou , who didst sub- due 740 Thy country's foes ...
... thou flow , Old Tiber , through a marble wilderness ? Rise , with thy yellow waves , and mantle her distress ! LXXX ... thou , whose chariot roll'd on Fortune's wheel , Triumphant Sylla ! thou , who didst sub- due 740 Thy country's foes ...
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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.