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... s play , and man ' s caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its
charm by being caught , For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brushed its
brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue , and beauty gone , ' Tis left to fly or fall
alone .
... s play , and man ' s caprice : The lovely toy so fiercely sought Hath lost its
charm by being caught , For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brushed its
brightest hues away , Till charm , and hue , and beauty gone , ' Tis left to fly or fall
alone .
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When he first o ' erleapt thy wall , Its foundation mourned thy fall . Now , though
towering like a Babel , Who to stop his steps are able ? Stalking o ' er thy highest
dome Remus claims his vengeance , Rome ! Now they reach thee in their anger
...
When he first o ' erleapt thy wall , Its foundation mourned thy fall . Now , though
towering like a Babel , Who to stop his steps are able ? Stalking o ' er thy highest
dome Remus claims his vengeance , Rome ! Now they reach thee in their anger
...
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See by the half - illumined wall His hood fly back , his dark hair fall , That pale
brow wildly wreathing round , As if the Gorgon there had bound The sablest of
the serpent - braid That o ' er her fearful forehead strayed : For he declines the ...
See by the half - illumined wall His hood fly back , his dark hair fall , That pale
brow wildly wreathing round , As if the Gorgon there had bound The sablest of
the serpent - braid That o ' er her fearful forehead strayed : For he declines the ...
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It seem ' d to those within the wall A cry prophetic of their fall : It struck even the
besiegers ' ear With something ominous and drear , An undefined and sudden
thrill , Which makes the heart a moment still , Then beat with quicker pulse ...
It seem ' d to those within the wall A cry prophetic of their fall : It struck even the
besiegers ' ear With something ominous and drear , An undefined and sudden
thrill , Which makes the heart a moment still , Then beat with quicker pulse ...
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... Root up the spring , and trample on the wave , And crush the living waters to a
mass , The amphibious desert of the dank morass ! And must their fate be hers ?
The eternal change But grasps humanity with quicker range ; And they who fall ...
... Root up the spring , and trample on the wave , And crush the living waters to a
mass , The amphibious desert of the dank morass ! And must their fate be hers ?
The eternal change But grasps humanity with quicker range ; And they who fall ...
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Página 167 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Página 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Página 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Página 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Página 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 146 - 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...
Página 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 150 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works Volumen 6 de Howard's beauties of literature |
| Autor | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Editor | T. Davison, 1824 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 28 Sep 2007 |
| N.º de páginas | 212 páginas |
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