The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 9 |
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... better than scribbling — a disease I hope myself cured of . I hope , on my return , to lead a quiet , recluse life ; but God knows , and does best for us all . " - E. ] me . - ( 1 ) The song Asúte waïdes , & c . , was written by Riga ...
... better than scribbling — a disease I hope myself cured of . I hope , on my return , to lead a quiet , recluse life ; but God knows , and does best for us all . " - E. ] me . - ( 1 ) The song Asúte waïdes , & c . , was written by Riga ...
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... better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis Hodgson ( not then the Reverend ) . See Vol . VIL p . 305.-E. ] I've seen my bride another's bride ...
... better bosoms would bewail . But mine has suffer'd more than well ' T would suit philosophy to tell . ( 1 ) [ i . e . Mr. Francis Hodgson ( not then the Reverend ) . See Vol . VIL p . 305.-E. ] I've seen my bride another's bride ...
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... better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead ...
... better days , When love and life alike were new ! How different now thou meet'st my gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead ...
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... better not to be . STANZAS . [ " AND THOU ART DEAD , " & c . ] " Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare ...
... better not to be . STANZAS . [ " AND THOU ART DEAD , " & c . ] " Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare ...
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... better days of life were ours ; The worst can be but mine : The sun that cheers , the storm that lowers , Shall never more be thine . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those ...
... better days of life were ours ; The worst can be but mine : The sun that cheers , the storm that lowers , Shall never more be thine . The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those ...
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Página 207 - 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 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Página 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of 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 264 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease...
Página 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Página 109 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Página 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Página 213 - Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...
Página 309 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep...