PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... fate he answered that review , his answer proved his ability and was very much admired ; he had found he possessed a weapon which could wound the world which he falsely thought his enemy , and from that hour to the day of his death , he ...
... fate he answered that review , his answer proved his ability and was very much admired ; he had found he possessed a weapon which could wound the world which he falsely thought his enemy , and from that hour to the day of his death , he ...
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... fate of these effusions , my expectations are by no means sanguine . It is probable that I may have dared much and done little ; for , in the words of Cowper , " it is one thing to write what may please our friends , who , because they ...
... fate of these effusions , my expectations are by no means sanguine . It is probable that I may have dared much and done little ; for , in the words of Cowper , " it is one thing to write what may please our friends , who , because they ...
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... fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ; And weeping angels lead her to those bowers ...
... fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ; And weeping angels lead her to those bowers ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And though unequal is thy fate , Since title deck'd my higher birth ! Yet envy not this gaudy state ; Thine is the pride of modest worth . Our souls at least congenial meet , Nor can thy lot my rank ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. And though unequal is thy fate , Since title deck'd my higher birth ! Yet envy not this gaudy state ; Thine is the pride of modest worth . Our souls at least congenial meet , Nor can thy lot my rank ...
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... fate ; By death alone I can avoid your hate . TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS . YE Cupids , droop each little head , Nor let your wings with joy be spread , My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead , Whom dearer than her eyes she loved : For he was ...
... fate ; By death alone I can avoid your hate . TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS . YE Cupids , droop each little head , Nor let your wings with joy be spread , My Lesbia's favourite bird is dead , Whom dearer than her eyes she loved : For he was ...
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Página 579 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 554 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 616 - Thy waters 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 532 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 554 - 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! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Página 617 - 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 wantoned 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 670 - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 302 - 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 567 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Página 532 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...