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... past to the future ; " the moment he reflects , he is a child . " The way out of the false state of things which enraged him he did not see , -the slow and laborious way up- ward ; he had not the patience , knowledge , self - discip ...
... past to the future ; " the moment he reflects , he is a child . " The way out of the false state of things which enraged him he did not see , -the slow and laborious way up- ward ; he had not the patience , knowledge , self - discip ...
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... past , and future lower , When all I loved is changed or gone , Mock with such taunts the woes of one , Whose every thought - but let them pass- Thou know'st I am not what I was . But , above all , if thou would'st hold Place in a heart ...
... past , and future lower , When all I loved is changed or gone , Mock with such taunts the woes of one , Whose every thought - but let them pass- Thou know'st I am not what I was . But , above all , if thou would'st hold Place in a heart ...
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... past , E'en Pain itself should smile on thee . But vain the wish - for Beauty still Will shrink , as shrinks the ebbing breath ; And woman's tears , produced at will , Deceive in life , unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour ...
... past , E'en Pain itself should smile on thee . But vain the wish - for Beauty still Will shrink , as shrinks the ebbing breath ; And woman's tears , produced at will , Deceive in life , unman in death . Then lonely be my latest hour ...
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... I loved so well . Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou , Who didst not change through all the past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor 20 POETRY OF BYRON . "And Thou art Dead.
... I loved so well . Yet did I love thee to the last As fervently as thou , Who didst not change through all the past , And canst not alter now . The love where Death has set his seal , Nor 20 POETRY OF BYRON . "And Thou art Dead.
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... past . Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone , or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never ...
... past . Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone , or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never ...
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Adah bear beautiful beneath blood blue bound break breast breath brow Byron Cain Canto CHILDE HAROLD clouds cold Crown dare dark dead death deep dream earth Edition eyes face fair fall fear feel felt foes gaze give glory gone grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour human ITALY JUAN knew land leaves less light live look mind mortal mountains nature never night o'er once pass past Poems poet poetic poetry rest rise rock rose round seen shore sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand Stanzas star stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand true truth twas voice wall waters wave wild wind Wordsworth young youth
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Página 59 - 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 50 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página xxviii - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Página 98 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 60 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 88 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 44 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Página xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Página 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 98 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.