The works of lord Byron including his suppressed poems |
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... Wouldst thou wandering hearts beguile , Smile , at least , or seem to smile ; Eyes like thine were never meant To hide their orbs , in dark restraint ; Spite of all thou fain wouldst say , Still in truant beams they play . Thy lips ...
... Wouldst thou wandering hearts beguile , Smile , at least , or seem to smile ; Eyes like thine were never meant To hide their orbs , in dark restraint ; Spite of all thou fain wouldst say , Still in truant beams they play . Thy lips ...
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... wouldst make Parnassus a church - yard ! Lo ! wreaths of yew , not laurel , bind thy brow , Thy Muse a sprite , Apollo's sexton thou ! Whether on ancient tombs thou tak'st thy stand , By gibbering spectres hail'd , thy kindred band ; Or ...
... wouldst make Parnassus a church - yard ! Lo ! wreaths of yew , not laurel , bind thy brow , Thy Muse a sprite , Apollo's sexton thou ! Whether on ancient tombs thou tak'st thy stand , By gibbering spectres hail'd , thy kindred band ; Or ...
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... wouldst but add a cap ! Delightful BowLES ! still blessing and still blest , All love thy strain , but children like it best . T is thine , with gentle LITTLE's moral song , To soothe the mania of the amorous throng ! With thee our ...
... wouldst but add a cap ! Delightful BowLES ! still blessing and still blest , All love thy strain , but children like it best . T is thine , with gentle LITTLE's moral song , To soothe the mania of the amorous throng ! With thee our ...
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... wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not , reck'st not to what region , so Ca earth r more , but mingled with the skies ? Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woc ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies : That little urn ...
... wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not , reck'st not to what region , so Ca earth r more , but mingled with the skies ? Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woc ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies : That little urn ...
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... Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak ? When nations , tongues , and worlds must sink beneath the stroke ! LIV . Epirus ' bounds recede , and mountains fail ; Tired of up - gazing still , the wearied eye Reposes gladly on as smooth ...
... Wouldst thou survive the marble or the oak ? When nations , tongues , and worlds must sink beneath the stroke ! LIV . Epirus ' bounds recede , and mountains fail ; Tired of up - gazing still , the wearied eye Reposes gladly on as smooth ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost earth fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA Parisina pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul speak spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER wind words wouldst youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Página 51 - 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"!
Página 51 - arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; 3 But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ' XXII. Did ye not hear it?—No; 't was but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be
Página 51 - 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
Página 74 - wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts:—not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 43 - A thought, and claims the homage of a tear; A flashing pang! of which the weary breast Would still, albeit in vaiu, the heavy heart divest. XXV. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where
Página 74 - thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. CLXXXIV. • 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 wilh thy breakers—they
Página 74 - beheld, thou rollest now. CLXXXIII. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed—in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Página 220 - mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life. Philosophy and science, and the springs Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world, I have essay'd, and in my mind there is A power to make these subject to itself— But they avail not: I have done men good,
Página 63 - be defaced. XXVII. The moon is up, and yet it is not night— Sunset divides the sky with her—a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; heaven i-. free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the
Página 50 - eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame: And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd. T is too late ! Yet am I changed; though still enough the same In strength to bear what time can not abate, And feed on hitter fruits without accusing fate.