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44 Oh ! snatch ' d away in Beauty ' s Bloom Lines written in the Travellers ' Book
at My Soul is dark . · Orchomenus . . . . 44 I saw Thee weep . . Maid of Athens , ere
we part of Thy Days are done Lines written beneath a Picture . . Saul .
44 Oh ! snatch ' d away in Beauty ' s Bloom Lines written in the Travellers ' Book
at My Soul is dark . · Orchomenus . . . . 44 I saw Thee weep . . Maid of Athens , ere
we part of Thy Days are done Lines written beneath a Picture . . Saul .
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Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Dark was the flow of Oscar ' s hair . Till Oscar ,
till my son is found , Wildly it stream ' d along the gale ; Haste , haste , nor dare
attempt reply . But Allan ' s locks were bright and fair , And pensive seem ' d his ...
Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Dark was the flow of Oscar ' s hair . Till Oscar ,
till my son is found , Wildly it stream ' d along the gale ; Haste , haste , nor dare
attempt reply . But Allan ' s locks were bright and fair , And pensive seem ' d his ...
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Dark Oscar ' s sable crest is low , Thrice did he raise the goblet high , The dart
has drunk his vital tide . And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught
the stranger ' s eye And Mora ' s eye could Allan move , On his with deadly fury ...
Dark Oscar ' s sable crest is low , Thrice did he raise the goblet high , The dart
has drunk his vital tide . And thrice his lips refused to taste ; For thrice he caught
the stranger ' s eye And Mora ' s eye could Allan move , On his with deadly fury ...
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He pray ' d in vain ; the dark assassin ' s sword Pierced the fair side , the snowy
bosom gored ; Lowly to earth inclines his plume - clad crest , With brakes
entangled , scarce a path between , Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene :
And ...
He pray ' d in vain ; the dark assassin ' s sword Pierced the fair side , the snowy
bosom gored ; Lowly to earth inclines his plume - clad crest , With brakes
entangled , scarce a path between , Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene :
And ...
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Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr . He ne ' er would have women
from paradise driven ; ) Years have roll ' d on , Loch na Garr , since I left you ,
Instead of his houris , a flimsy pretence , Years must elapse ere I tread you again
...
Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr . He ne ' er would have women
from paradise driven ; ) Years have roll ' d on , Loch na Garr , since I left you ,
Instead of his houris , a flimsy pretence , Years must elapse ere I tread you again
...
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arms bear beauty beneath better blood breast breath brow Cain chief dare dark dead death deep Doge doubt dream earth face fair fall fate father fear feel fire gaze give grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour Italy king knew lady land late least leave less light live look lord Lucifer meet mind nature ne'er never night o'er once pass past perhaps present rest rise round scarce scene seen shore slave sleep smile soul sound speak spirit sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand true turn Twas voice walls waters wave wind wish young youth
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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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