The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 páginas |
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... grave , Oh , let him pause ! for who among us all , Tried as thou wert - even from thy earliest years , When wandering , yet unspoilt , a Highland boy- Tried as thou wert , and with thy love of fame ; Pleasure , while yet the down was ...
... grave , Oh , let him pause ! for who among us all , Tried as thou wert - even from thy earliest years , When wandering , yet unspoilt , a Highland boy- Tried as thou wert , and with thy love of fame ; Pleasure , while yet the down was ...
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... grave , Some gentle spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in the gale , keeps silence in the cave , And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my ...
... grave , Some gentle spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in the gale , keeps silence in the cave , And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst my strain I turn'd aside to pay my ...
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... grave . Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await the lyre , That only Heaven to which Earth's children mav aspire . XL ...
... grave . Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await the lyre , That only Heaven to which Earth's children mav aspire . XL ...
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... grave Moslem to devotion stoops , And some that smoke , and some that play , are found ; Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground ; Half whisperiug there the Greek is heard to prate ; Hark ! from the mosque the nightly solemn sound ...
... grave Moslem to devotion stoops , And some that smoke , and some that play , are found ; Here the Albanian proudly treads the ground ; Half whisperiug there the Greek is heard to prate ; Hark ! from the mosque the nightly solemn sound ...
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... grave , Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages , but not oblivion , feebly brave , While strangers only not regardless pass , lave . " Alas ! " CANTO III . " Afin que cette application vous forgat CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 365.
... grave , Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages , but not oblivion , feebly brave , While strangers only not regardless pass , lave . " Alas ! " CANTO III . " Afin que cette application vous forgat CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 365.
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Página 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 39 - Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 63 - 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 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 233 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Página 109 - Approach thou craven crouching slave : Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? The gulf, the rock of Salamis ! These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Página 44 - 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...
Página 38 - ... Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet — But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar
Página 45 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 63 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...