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... Alcides and his glorious deeds , Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds . All , all
in vain ; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu , ye chiefs
renown ' d in arms ! Adieu the clang of war ' s alarms ! To other deeds my soul is ...
... Alcides and his glorious deeds , Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds . All , all
in vain ; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu , ye chiefs
renown ' d in arms ! Adieu the clang of war ' s alarms ! To other deeds my soul is ...
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And view ' d at midnight ' s silent noon , Her chiefs in gleaming mail array ' d : TO
A LADY , And on the crimson ' d rocks beneath , Which scowl o ' er ocean ' s
sullen flow , WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF Pale in the scatter
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And view ' d at midnight ' s silent noon , Her chiefs in gleaming mail array ' d : TO
A LADY , And on the crimson ' d rocks beneath , Which scowl o ' er ocean ' s
sullen flow , WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF Pale in the scatter
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... Would aught to her impede his way ? They lightly wheel the bright claymore ,
And send the whistling arrow far , Oh , search , ye chiefs ! oh , search ... Three
days , three sleepless nights , the Chief The - 1807 . HOURS OF IDLENESS . 15.
... Would aught to her impede his way ? They lightly wheel the bright claymore ,
And send the whistling arrow far , Oh , search , ye chiefs ! oh , search ... Three
days , three sleepless nights , the Chief The - 1807 . HOURS OF IDLENESS . 15.
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Three days , three sleepless nights , the Chief The sounds of mirth re - echo loud
, For Oscar search ' d each mountain cave ! And all their former joy recall . Then
hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in grey torn ringlets wave . But who is ...
Three days , three sleepless nights , the Chief The sounds of mirth re - echo loud
, For Oscar search ' d each mountain cave ! And all their former joy recall . Then
hope is lost ; in boundless grief , His locks in grey torn ringlets wave . But who is ...
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The song is glory ' s chief reward , The tapers wink , the chieftains shrink , But
who can strike a murderer ' s praise ! The stranger ' s gone - amidst the crew A
form was seen in tartan green , Unstrung , untouch ' d the harp must stand , And
tall ...
The song is glory ' s chief reward , The tapers wink , the chieftains shrink , But
who can strike a murderer ' s praise ! The stranger ' s gone - amidst the crew A
form was seen in tartan green , Unstrung , untouch ' d the harp must stand , And
tall ...
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Página 142 - 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 throng'd 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 170 - 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.
Página 171 - 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 170 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 142 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Página 149 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 142 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 57 - 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 mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 69 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Página 154 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
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| Título | The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, Número 35 The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 'Chandos classics' |
| Autor | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Editor | F. Warne, 1868 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 7 Ago 2006 |
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