The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... beneath an Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow 558 553 530 To Emma 530 POEMS ON NAPOLEON- To M. S. G. 530 To Caroline 531 Ode to Napoleon 560 To Caroline Ode from the French . 531 561 To Caroline To Napoleon 531 Stanzas to a Lady , with the ...
... beneath an Elm in the Churchyard of Harrow 558 553 530 To Emma 530 POEMS ON NAPOLEON- To M. S. G. 530 To Caroline 531 Ode to Napoleon 560 To Caroline Ode from the French . 531 561 To Caroline To Napoleon 531 Stanzas to a Lady , with the ...
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... beneath a Picture Translation of the famous Greek War Song Translation of the Romaic Song On Parting On a Cornelian Heart which was broken Lines to a Lady weeping OCCASIONAL PIECES - Continued- Translation of a Romaic Love Song . Thou ...
... beneath a Picture Translation of the famous Greek War Song Translation of the Romaic Song On Parting On a Cornelian Heart which was broken Lines to a Lady weeping OCCASIONAL PIECES - Continued- Translation of a Romaic Love Song . Thou ...
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... beneath her labour groans , And printer's devils shake their weary bones ; While Southey's epics cram the creaking shelves , And Little's lyrics shine in hot - press'd twelves . Thus saith the preacher : " Nought beneath the sun Is new ...
... beneath her labour groans , And printer's devils shake their weary bones ; While Southey's epics cram the creaking shelves , And Little's lyrics shine in hot - press'd twelves . Thus saith the preacher : " Nought beneath the sun Is new ...
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... beneath that hospitable roof , Shall Grub Street dine , while duns are kept aloof . See honest Hallam lay aside his fork , Resume his pen , review his Lordship's work , And , grateful to the founder of the feast , Declare his landlord ...
... beneath that hospitable roof , Shall Grub Street dine , while duns are kept aloof . See honest Hallam lay aside his fork , Resume his pen , review his Lordship's work , And , grateful to the founder of the feast , Declare his landlord ...
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... beneath the assassin's knife , Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life ! t * The convent of " Our Lady of Punish- ment ...
... beneath the assassin's knife , Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life ! t * The convent of " Our Lady of Punish- ment ...
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Página 38 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Página 134 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 38 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and 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 555 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 555 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 403 - Phoebus sprung. Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian Muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute Have found the fame your shores refuse. Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Página 64 - 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 deed...
Página 64 - 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. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Página 64 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 403 - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.