The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volumen 2R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... spirit of her sons , the beauty and feeling of her daughters , may there be found ; and Collins , when he denominated his Oriental his Irish Ec- logues , was not aware how true , at least , was a part of his par- allel . Your ...
... spirit of her sons , the beauty and feeling of her daughters , may there be found ; and Collins , when he denominated his Oriental his Irish Ec- logues , was not aware how true , at least , was a part of his par- allel . Your ...
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... spirit soar ? No dread of death - if with us die our foes- Save that it seems even duller than repose : Come when it will - we snatch the life of life- When lost - what recks it — by disease or strife ? Let him who crawls enamour'd of ...
... spirit soar ? No dread of death - if with us die our foes- Save that it seems even duller than repose : Come when it will - we snatch the life of life- When lost - what recks it — by disease or strife ? Let him who crawls enamour'd of ...
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... spirit wrought ! Love shows all changes - Hate , Ambition , Guile , Betray no further than the bitter smile ; The lip's least curl , the lightest paleness thrown Along the govern'd aspect , speak alone Of deeper passions ; and to judge ...
... spirit wrought ! Love shows all changes - Hate , Ambition , Guile , Betray no further than the bitter smile ; The lip's least curl , the lightest paleness thrown Along the govern'd aspect , speak alone Of deeper passions ; and to judge ...
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... spirit free ? XI . Yet was not Conrad thus by Nature sent To lead the guilty - guilt's worst instrument— His soul was changed , before his deeds had driven Him forth to war with man and forfeit heaven . Warp'd by the world in ...
... spirit free ? XI . Yet was not Conrad thus by Nature sent To lead the guilty - guilt's worst instrument— His soul was changed , before his deeds had driven Him forth to war with man and forfeit heaven . Warp'd by the world in ...
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... spirit burning but unbent , May writhe - rebel - the weak alone repent ! Even in that lonely hour when most it feels , And , to itself , all - all that self reveals , No single passion , and no ruling thought That leaves the rest as ...
... spirit burning but unbent , May writhe - rebel - the weak alone repent ! Even in that lonely hour when most it feels , And , to itself , all - all that self reveals , No single passion , and no ruling thought That leaves the rest as ...
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Abbot accents apostolic palace arms Astarte band bard beauty Behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Capel Lofft Cavalier Servente Chamois cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deeds deep doth dread dream Dunciad earth Edinburgh Review Ezzelin fair fame fate fear feel fix'd foes forget friends gaze Giaffir's Giaour glance grief Gulnare hand Haram hast hate hath head heard heart heaven hope hour knew Lara Lara's lips live lone look look'd Lord Manfred mortal Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er once Otho Pacha Parisina pass'd perchance poem praise rest rhyme scarce scene seem'd Selim she-the shore silent slave sleep smile song sought soul spirit stamp'd stern strife tale tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought Timariot turn'd twas verse voice wave Whate'er wild words youth Zuleika's
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Página 305 - What I have done is done ; I bear within A torture which could nothing gain from thine : The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts — Is its own origin of ill and end — And its own place and time...
Página 247 - And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 7 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Página 117 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 7 - 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 ! " These are our realms, no limits' to their sway — " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Página 301 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Página 117 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 305 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me ; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Página 287 - This man Is of no common order, as his port And presence here denote ; his sufferings Have been of an immortal nature, like Our own ; his knowledge, and his powers and will, As far as is compatible with clay, Which clogs the ethereal essence, have...
Página 298 - Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays ! Sire of the seasons ! Monarch of the climes, And those who dwell in them ! for near or far, Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee Even as our outward aspects ; — thou dost rise, And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well ! I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance Of love and wonder was for thee, then take My latest look...