Poetry of ByronMacmillan and Company, 1881 - 276 páginas |
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... wild and majestic ! The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr ! WELL ! THOU ART HAPPY . WELL ! thou art happy , and I feel That I should thus be happy too ; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly , as it was wont to do . Thy ...
... wild and majestic ! The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr ! WELL ! THOU ART HAPPY . WELL ! thou art happy , and I feel That I should thus be happy too ; For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly , as it was wont to do . Thy ...
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... wild eyes like the roe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ἀγαπῶ . By that lip I long to taste ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ...
... wild eyes like the roe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ἀγαπῶ . By that lip I long to taste ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's alternate joy and woe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ...
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... wild flock that never needs a fold : Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; ' tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms , and view her stores un- roll'd . But midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of ...
... wild flock that never needs a fold : Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; ' tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms , and view her stores un- roll'd . But midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of ...
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... wild - born falcon with clipt wing , To whom the boundless air alone were home : Then came his fit again , which to o'ercome , As eagerly the barr'd - up bird will beat His breast and beak against his wiry dome Till the blood tinge his ...
... wild - born falcon with clipt wing , To whom the boundless air alone were home : Then came his fit again , which to o'ercome , As eagerly the barr'd - up bird will beat His breast and beak against his wiry dome Till the blood tinge his ...
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... wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home , And his Soul drank their sunbeams : he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been ; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ; There was a mass ...
... wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home , And his Soul drank their sunbeams : he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been ; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ; There was a mass ...
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Página 50 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 111 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 66 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 94 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope.— Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 72 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see ! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake ! (not Greece — she is awake !) Awake, my spirit ! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home ! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood ! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be.
Página 67 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave, — Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Página 104 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
Página 44 - 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.