The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,, Volume 8John Murray, 1833 |
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... ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed , But mix'd with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed ...
... ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed , But mix'd with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed ...
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... ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed , But mix'd with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed ...
... ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed , But mix'd with pangs to Love's even loveliest hours decreed ...
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... ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ' scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste ; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss , And spoil'd her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm domestic peace had ever ...
... ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ' scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste ; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss , And spoil'd her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm domestic peace had ever ...
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... ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The ...
... ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The ...
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... Ne vacant space for lated wight is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound , Skill'd in the ogle of ... er gain their toils LXXIV . In costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , But all afoot , the light - limb'd ...
... Ne vacant space for lated wight is found : Here dons , grandees , but chiefly dames abound , Skill'd in the ogle of ... er gain their toils LXXIV . In costly sheen and gaudy cloak array'd , But all afoot , the light - limb'd ...
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Page 142 - 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 mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 142 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 264 - The armaments which thunder-strike 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.
Page 172 - Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 263 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Page 193 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Page 169 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. LXXXVl. It is the hush of night...
Page 225 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Page 157 - Adieu to thee, fair Rhine! How long delighted The stranger fain would linger on his way! Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might stray; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self-condemning bosoms, it were here, Where Nature, nor too sombre nor too gay, Wild, but not rude, awful, yet not austere, Is to the mellow Earth as Autumn to the year.
Page 262 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted —Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.