The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His LifeCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1861 - 1071 páginas |
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... deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap . XV . Oh , Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this ...
... deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap . XV . Oh , Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of hatred stood hard by , To watch and mock thee shrinking , thou hast With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; - [ smiled When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favorite ...
... deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of hatred stood hard by , To watch and mock thee shrinking , thou hast With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; - [ smiled When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favorite ...
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... Deep in its fountain , lest it overboil In the hot throng , where we become the spoil Of our infection , till too late and long We may deplore and struggle with the coil , In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong Midst a contentious ...
... Deep in its fountain , lest it overboil In the hot throng , where we become the spoil Of our infection , till too late and long We may deplore and struggle with the coil , In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong Midst a contentious ...
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... Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues LXXXVIII . Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , - ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great ...
... Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues LXXXVIII . Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , - ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great ...
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Adah Albanian Ali Pacha Anah Athens aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cæs Cain chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deep Doge dost doth dread earth fair Faliero father fear feel foes Foscari gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven honor hope hour Iden land leave less Lioni live look Lord Lord Byron Lord Holland Lucifer Marino Faliero mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once palace PANIA pass'd passion Petrarch Romaic scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought twas Ulric unto Venice voice walls wave wild wind words δὲν εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τῶν
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Página 33 - 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 thronged 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 49 - 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 wanton'd 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 37 - 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!
Página 183 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Página 33 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Página 167 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Página 37 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Página 35 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Página 215 - twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.— 'Twas such a night!
Página 33 - 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 Blushed 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...