The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 páginas |
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... Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit- Thou know'st not thou art naked ! Must the time Come thou shalt be amerced for sins unknown , Which were not thine nor mine ? But now ...
... Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit- Thou know'st not thou art naked ! Must the time Come thou shalt be amerced for sins unknown , Which were not thine nor mine ? But now ...
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... thine , To hail his father ; while his little form Flutters as winged with joy . Talk not of pain ! The childless cherubs well might envy thee The pleasures of a parent ! Bless him , Cain ! As yet he hath no words to thank thee , but ...
... thine , To hail his father ; while his little form Flutters as winged with joy . Talk not of pain ! The childless cherubs well might envy thee The pleasures of a parent ! Bless him , Cain ! As yet he hath no words to thank thee , but ...
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... gate . " Come hither , hither , my little page Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billow's rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; 24 BYRON . CHILDE HAROLD'S ADIEU TO ENGLAND. ...
... gate . " Come hither , hither , my little page Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billow's rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; 24 BYRON . CHILDE HAROLD'S ADIEU TO ENGLAND. ...
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... thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " ' Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ...
... thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " ' Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ...
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... thine ? Near and nearer - nearer still , As the earthquake saps the hill , First with trembling hollow motion , Like a scarce awakened ocean , Then with stronger shock and louder Till the rocks are crushed to powder , - Onward sweeps ...
... thine ? Near and nearer - nearer still , As the earthquake saps the hill , First with trembling hollow motion , Like a scarce awakened ocean , Then with stronger shock and louder Till the rocks are crushed to powder , - Onward sweeps ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allah arms art thou aught Ave Maria beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clime clouds dark dead dear death deep despair dread dream e'er earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale pang passion pause pride Rhine rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd star stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Página 167 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 167 - But 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 flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Página 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Página 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Página 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Página 148 - 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 146 - 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...
Página 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Página 150 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!