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Then stealing with the muffled oar , Far shaded by the rocky shore , Rush the
night - prowlers on the prey , And turn to groans his roundelay . Strange — that
where Nature loved to trace , As if for gods , a dwelling - place , And every charm
and ...
Then stealing with the muffled oar , Far shaded by the rocky shore , Rush the
night - prowlers on the prey , And turn to groans his roundelay . Strange — that
where Nature loved to trace , As if for gods , a dwelling - place , And every charm
and ...
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Of ages on its water - fretted halls , Plurk ; Where waves might wash , and seals
might breed and Her hair was dripping , and the very balls Of her black eyes
seem ' d turn ' d to tears , and murk The sharp rocks look ' d below each drop they
...
Of ages on its water - fretted halls , Plurk ; Where waves might wash , and seals
might breed and Her hair was dripping , and the very balls Of her black eyes
seem ' d turn ' d to tears , and murk The sharp rocks look ' d below each drop they
...
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... peril of a grave , In turn he tried _ he ransacked all below , And found his
recompense in joy or woe , No tame , trite medium ; for his feelings sought In that
intenseness an escape from thought : The tempest of his heart in scorn had
gazed On ...
... peril of a grave , In turn he tried _ he ransacked all below , And found his
recompense in joy or woe , No tame , trite medium ; for his feelings sought In that
intenseness an escape from thought : The tempest of his heart in scorn had
gazed On ...
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... raised his arm to point where such had been , Scarce Kaled seem ' d to know ,
but turn ' d away , As if his heart abhorred that coming day , And shrunk his
glance before that morning light , To look on Lara ' s brow — where all grew night
.
... raised his arm to point where such had been , Scarce Kaled seem ' d to know ,
but turn ' d away , As if his heart abhorred that coming day , And shrunk his
glance before that morning light , To look on Lara ' s brow — where all grew night
.
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... a bound ; Though first in glory , deepest in reverse , He tasted empire ' s
blessings and its curse : Though kings , rejoicing in their late escape From chains
, would gladly be their tyrant ' s ape ; How must he smile , and turn to yon lone
grave !
... a bound ; Though first in glory , deepest in reverse , He tasted empire ' s
blessings and its curse : Though kings , rejoicing in their late escape From chains
, would gladly be their tyrant ' s ape ; How must he smile , and turn to yon lone
grave !
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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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