PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - 719 páginas |
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... less than eight brothers of the family in the field at once . The monarch's grati- tude raised them from a knightly to a noble house , and they became Barons Byron , of Rochdale . They were moderately wealthy , but Charles could bestow ...
... less than eight brothers of the family in the field at once . The monarch's grati- tude raised them from a knightly to a noble house , and they became Barons Byron , of Rochdale . They were moderately wealthy , but Charles could bestow ...
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... less true , that mothers who are not remarkable for capacities or virtues , have a great influence upon their sons , particularly when circumstances make the son an object of more than common interest . Now , George Byron was an only ...
... less true , that mothers who are not remarkable for capacities or virtues , have a great influence upon their sons , particularly when circumstances make the son an object of more than common interest . Now , George Byron was an only ...
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... less profit , from their productions ; while I shall expiate my rashness as an interloper , certainly without the latter , and in all probability with a very slight share of the former . I leave to others " virûm volitare per ora . " I ...
... less profit , from their productions ; while I shall expiate my rashness as an interloper , certainly without the latter , and in all probability with a very slight share of the former . I leave to others " virûm volitare per ora . " I ...
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... less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1302 TO D- IN thee , I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my breast for ever . True ...
... less sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . November , 1302 TO D- IN thee , I fondly hoped to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my breast for ever . True ...
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... less divine , Nor Troy nor King Acestes ' realms restrain Her feeble age from dangers of the main ; Alone she came , all selfish fears above , A bright example of maternal love . Unknown the secret enterprise I brave , Lest grief should ...
... less divine , Nor Troy nor King Acestes ' realms restrain Her feeble age from dangers of the main ; Alone she came , all selfish fears above , A bright example of maternal love . Unknown the secret enterprise I brave , Lest grief should ...
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Adah adieu arms art thou Athens bard beam beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cain Calmar CATULLUS cheek Countess Guiccioli dare dark dead dear death deeds dread dream dwell earth Edinburgh Review fair falchion fame fate fear feel fix'd flame foes forget friendship gaze genius Giaour glance glory glow grave Greece grief hand hate hath heart heaven honour hope hour kiss Lady Lara Lara's lips live Lochlin Lord Lord Byron Lucifer lyre Mathon mind Morven muse ne'er never Newstead Abbey night numbers o'er once Orla pass'd passion perchance poem pride scarce scene seem'd shine shore sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit stamp'd sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought throne truth turn'd twas twill verse voice wave weep wild wing word young youth Zuleika
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Página 556 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Página 534 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the 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 unroll'd.
Página 556 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Página 302 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 674 - 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 350 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Página 354 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Página 558 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Página 350 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Página 549 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...