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When the box of Pandora was opened on earth , And Misery ' s triumph
commenced over mirth , Hope was left , was she not ? but the goblet we kiss ,
And care not for Hope , who are certain of bliss . Long life to the grape ! for when
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When the box of Pandora was opened on earth , And Misery ' s triumph
commenced over mirth , Hope was left , was she not ? but the goblet we kiss ,
And care not for Hope , who are certain of bliss . Long life to the grape ! for when
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... He did not follow what they all pursued , With hope still baffled still to be renew '
d , Nor shadowy honour , nor substantial gain , Nor beauty ' s preference , and
the rival ' s pain : Around him some mysterious circle thrown Repelled approach ...
... He did not follow what they all pursued , With hope still baffled still to be renew '
d , Nor shadowy honour , nor substantial gain , Nor beauty ' s preference , and
the rival ' s pain : Around him some mysterious circle thrown Repelled approach ...
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The love of youth , the hope of better years , The source of softest wishes ,
tenderest fears , The only living thing he could not hate , Was reft at once - and he
deserved his fate , But did not feel it less : — the good explore , For peace , those
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The love of youth , the hope of better years , The source of softest wishes ,
tenderest fears , The only living thing he could not hate , Was reft at once - and he
deserved his fate , But did not feel it less : — the good explore , For peace , those
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... 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 aliveA frantic feeling - when we know That what we
love shall ne ' er be so . I know not why I could not die , I had no earthly hope _
but ...
... 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 aliveA frantic feeling - when we know That what we
love shall ne ' er be so . I know not why I could not die , I had no earthly hope _
but ...
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Stiff on his heart , and pulse and hope were past , He watch ' d it wistfully , until
away ' Twas borne by the rude wave wherein ' twas cast . Then he himself sunk
down , all dumb and shivering , And gave no sign of life , save his limbs quivering
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Stiff on his heart , and pulse and hope were past , He watch ' d it wistfully , until
away ' Twas borne by the rude wave wherein ' twas cast . Then he himself sunk
down , all dumb and shivering , And gave no sign of life , save his limbs quivering
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appear arms aspect aught bear beauty beneath better blood blue breast breath bright brow cheek clouds dark dead death deep dread dream earth eternal face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers gaze gentle glance gone grave half hand hath head hear heart heaven hope hour knew land leaves less light lips living lone look meet mind mountains nature ne'er never night o'er once pale passed passion past pride rest roll rose round scarce seem'd seems seen shine shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand turn twas voice walls waters wave weep wild wind wing young youth
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Página 66 - 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...
Página 52 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Página 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 146 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Página 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Página 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Página 164 - 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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works Volumen 6 de Howard's beauties of literature |
| Autores | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard |
| Editor | T. Davison, 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 26 Sep 2006 |
| N.º de páginas | 212 páginas |
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