The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronMacmillan, 1907 - 1314 páginas |
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... heard : Thus let him hurry on , nor think to rest : Who speaks the fastest's sure to speak the best ; Who utters most within the shortest space , May , safely , hope to win the wordy race . The Sons of Science these , who , thus repaid ...
... heard : Thus let him hurry on , nor think to rest : Who speaks the fastest's sure to speak the best ; Who utters most within the shortest space , May , safely , hope to win the wordy race . The Sons of Science these , who , thus repaid ...
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... heard in yonder hall ; It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall . 9 . Yes , when the eddying tempest sighs , It shakes the shield of Oscar brave ; But , there , no more his banners rise , No more his ...
... heard in yonder hall ; It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall . 9 . Yes , when the eddying tempest sighs , It shakes the shield of Oscar brave ; But , there , no more his banners rise , No more his ...
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... heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the Infant , met my sight ; His bow across his ...
... heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the Infant , met my sight ; His bow across his ...
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... 6 . Have I not heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive , weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless dame ! no sire bewails , No TRANSLATION FROM THE " MEDEA ” 57.
... 6 . Have I not heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive , weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless dame ! no sire bewails , No TRANSLATION FROM THE " MEDEA ” 57.
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... heard of him from others , during absence and distance . " Detached Thoughts , Nov. 5 , 1821 ; Life , p . 540. ] 2 Sassenach , or Saxon , a Gaelic word , signify- ing either Lowland or English . 3 . Few are my years , and yet I feel The ...
... heard of him from others , during absence and distance . " Detached Thoughts , Nov. 5 , 1821 ; Life , p . 540. ] 2 Sassenach , or Saxon , a Gaelic word , signify- ing either Lowland or English . 3 . Few are my years , and yet I feel The ...
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Página 277 - 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 285 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.* Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee, — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Página 455 - 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 were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 285 - 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...
Página 223 - 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 418 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 223 - 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! " XXVI. And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Página 452 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 496 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 419 - When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow — It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too...