The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Original Editions, with Life, Explanatory Notes, &cFrederick Warne and Company, 1891 - 720 páginas |
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... weep when I am low ? 47 Fill the Goblet again 48 Stanzas to a Lady on leaving England 48 Lines to Mr Hodgson ... weeping 53 PAGE OCCASIONAL PIECES - continued . To Samuel Rogers , CONTENTS .
... weep when I am low ? 47 Fill the Goblet again 48 Stanzas to a Lady on leaving England 48 Lines to Mr Hodgson ... weeping 53 PAGE OCCASIONAL PIECES - continued . To Samuel Rogers , CONTENTS .
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... weep On the Bust of Helen by Canova 67 Thy Days are done Song for the Luddites 67 Versicles 67 So , we'll go no more a Roving 67 To Thomas Moore 67 To Mr Murray 68 Epistle from Mr Murray to Dr Polidori 68 Epistle to Mr Murray 68 To Mr ...
... weep On the Bust of Helen by Canova 67 Thy Days are done Song for the Luddites 67 Versicles 67 So , we'll go no more a Roving 67 To Thomas Moore 67 To Mr Murray 68 Epistle from Mr Murray to Dr Polidori 68 Epistle to Mr Murray 68 To Mr ...
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... weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ; And weeping angels lead her to those bowers Where endless pleasures virtue's deeds repay . And shall presumptuous mortals Heaven ar- raign , And , madly ...
... weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ; And weeping angels lead her to those bowers Where endless pleasures virtue's deeds repay . And shall presumptuous mortals Heaven ar- raign , And , madly ...
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... weep at your deceiving . ' ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING , ADDRESSED TO MISS DEAR , simple girl , those flattering arts From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts , Exist but in imagination- Mere phantoms of thine own creation : For he who ...
... weep at your deceiving . ' ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING , ADDRESSED TO MISS DEAR , simple girl , those flattering arts From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts , Exist but in imagination- Mere phantoms of thine own creation : For he who ...
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... weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of joy , Quick to my gate directs his course , And knocks with all his little force . My visions fled , alarm'd I rose- What stranger breaks my blest repose ...
... weep : At this lone hour , the Paphian boy , Descending from the realms of joy , Quick to my gate directs his course , And knocks with all his little force . My visions fled , alarm'd I rose- What stranger breaks my blest repose ...
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Página 209 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Página 77 - 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 205 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd 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 hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 81 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, 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. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
Página 210 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 286 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Página 578 - But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon...
Página 186 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 209 - 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 578 - 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? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! We will not think of themes like these! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates — A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant...