The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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... blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , —and at his iron feet Destruction cowers ...
... blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , —and at his iron feet Destruction cowers ...
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... blood's un- bleaching stain , Long mark the battle - field with hideous awe : Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw ! Ner yet , alas ! the dreadful work is done , Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees ; It deepens still ...
... blood's un- bleaching stain , Long mark the battle - field with hideous awe : Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw ! Ner yet , alas ! the dreadful work is done , Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees ; It deepens still ...
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... Blood follows blood , tooth ; and , through their mortal span , In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began . ' Mid many things most new to ear and eye The pilgrim rested here his weary feet , And gazed around on Moslem luxury ...
... Blood follows blood , tooth ; and , through their mortal span , In bloodier acts conclude those who with blood began . ' Mid many things most new to ear and eye The pilgrim rested here his weary feet , And gazed around on Moslem luxury ...
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... blood - red shall be red- der , before The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er . Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves , And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves , Shall leave on the beach the long galley and ...
... blood - red shall be red- der , before The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er . Then the pirates of Parga that dwell by the waves , And teach the pale Franks what it is to be slaves , Shall leave on the beach the long galley and ...
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... blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; less Then might'st thou more appal ; or , desired , Be homely and be peaceful , undeplored For thy destructive charms ; then , still untired , Would not be seen the armed torrents pour'd ...
... blood , and drink the tears of thy distress ; less Then might'st thou more appal ; or , desired , Be homely and be peaceful , undeplored For thy destructive charms ; then , still untired , Would not be seen the armed torrents pour'd ...
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life ... George Gordon Byron No preview available - 2015 |
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Page 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Page 62 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Page 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Page 135 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Page 20 - 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.
Page 49 - 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.
Page 576 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Page 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.