The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volumen 9 |
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... soul of the young Haidée . But the loveliest garden grows hateful When Love has abandon'd the bowers ; Bring me hemlock - since mine is ungrateful , That herb is more fragrant than flowers . The poison , when pour'd from the chalice ...
... soul of the young Haidée . But the loveliest garden grows hateful When Love has abandon'd the bowers ; Bring me hemlock - since mine is ungrateful , That herb is more fragrant than flowers . The poison , when pour'd from the chalice ...
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... souls of learning and of leather . Poor Joe is gone , but left his all : You'll find his relics in a stall . His works were neat , and often found Well stitch'd , and with morocco bound . Tread lightly - where the bard is laid He cannot ...
... souls of learning and of leather . Poor Joe is gone , but left his all : You'll find his relics in a stall . His works were neat , and often found Well stitch'd , and with morocco bound . Tread lightly - where the bard is laid He cannot ...
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... soul's release . And didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Ch ! who like him had watch'd thee here ? Or sadly mark'd ...
... soul's release . And didst thou not , since Death for thee Prepared a light and pangless dart , Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see , Who held , and holds thee in his heart ? Ch ! who like him had watch'd thee here ? Or sadly mark'd ...
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... soul ' twill shake ; Even slumber owns its gentle tone , Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen , though the dream be flown . Sweet Thyrza ! waking as in sleep , Thou art but now a lovely dream ; A star that trembled o'er the ...
... soul ' twill shake ; Even slumber owns its gentle tone , Till consciousness will vainly wake To listen , though the dream be flown . Sweet Thyrza ! waking as in sleep , Thou art but now a lovely dream ; A star that trembled o'er the ...
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... soul , The heart- the heart is lonely still ! On many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the skv ; For then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o ...
... soul , The heart- the heart is lonely still ! On many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the skv ; For then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o ...
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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...