The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - 576 páginas |
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... leaving England , was one of defiance . The first edition of English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , " which had appeared only a few days after he took his seat in the House of Lords , was ex- hausted in six weeks : he prepared a second ...
... leaving England , was one of defiance . The first edition of English Bards and Scotch Reviewers , " which had appeared only a few days after he took his seat in the House of Lords , was ex- hausted in six weeks : he prepared a second ...
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... leaves Athens by a street bearing Byron's name . Byron's remains were taken to England , and interred in the family vault , in the Church of Hucknall , a village between which and Missolonghi some have traced a strong resemblance ...
... leaves Athens by a street bearing Byron's name . Byron's remains were taken to England , and interred in the family vault , in the Church of Hucknall , a village between which and Missolonghi some have traced a strong resemblance ...
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... Leaving Newstead Abbey- " Through thy battlements , " Answer to Lines written in " Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman , " & c.- " Dear , simple girl , " 8 Adrian's Address to his Soul when Dying- " Ah ! gentle , ' 9 ...
... Leaving Newstead Abbey- " Through thy battlements , " Answer to Lines written in " Letters of an Italian Nun and an English Gentleman , " & c.- " Dear , simple girl , " 8 Adrian's Address to his Soul when Dying- " Ah ! gentle , ' 9 ...
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... leaving England- " " Tis done - and shivering , " 432 Written in an Album , at Malta- " As o'er the cold , " To Florence- " Oh Lady ! when I left , " 434 434 Stanzas written in passing the Ambracian Gulf , Novem- ber 14 , 1809 ...
... leaving England- " " Tis done - and shivering , " 432 Written in an Album , at Malta- " As o'er the cold , " To Florence- " Oh Lady ! when I left , " 434 434 Stanzas written in passing the Ambracian Gulf , Novem- ber 14 , 1809 ...
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... leaves , or pluck a single additional sprig from groves where I am , at best , an intruder . Though accustomed in my ... leave to others " virum volitare per ora . " I look to the few who will hear with patience " dulce est desipere in ...
... leaves , or pluck a single additional sprig from groves where I am , at best , an intruder . Though accustomed in my ... leave to others " virum volitare per ora . " I look to the few who will hear with patience " dulce est desipere in ...
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Página 388 - 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...
Página 447 - 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 491 - 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 ? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Página 490 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 491 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates : A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.
Página 463 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Página 284 - I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died. And I lay living by his side. They chain'd us each to a column stone, And we were three — yet, each alone : We could not move a single pace, We could not see each other's face. But with that pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight...
Página 397 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine...
Página 404 - 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 283 - 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.