The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 2Johnson, Fry & Company, 1873 - English poetry |
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... heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard ...
... heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard ...
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... heart divest . XXV . 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 ...
... heart divest . XXV . 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 ...
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... heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled , And then we parted , not as now we part , But with a hope . - Awaking with a start , The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart , Whither ...
... heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled , And then we parted , not as now we part , But with a hope . - Awaking with a start , The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart , Whither ...
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... heart and hand Of a proud , brotherly , and civic band , All unbought champions in no princely cause Of vice - entail'd Corruption ; they no land Doom'd to bewail the blasphemy of laws Making kings ' rights divine , by some Draconic ...
... heart and hand Of a proud , brotherly , and civic band , All unbought champions in no princely cause Of vice - entail'd Corruption ; they no land Doom'd to bewail the blasphemy of laws Making kings ' rights divine , by some Draconic ...
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... heart , mind , passions , feelings , strong or weak , All that I would have sought , and all I seek , Bear , know , feel , and yet breathe - into one word , And that one word were Lightning , I would speak ; But as it is , I live and ...
... heart , mind , passions , feelings , strong or weak , All that I would have sought , and all I seek , Bear , know , feel , and yet breathe - into one word , And that one word were Lightning , I would speak ; But as it is , I live and ...
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Page 51 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 22 - And there was mounting in hot haste— the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war — And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the Morning Star ; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — 'The foe! They come! they come!' XXVI And wild and high the 'Cameron's Gathering
Page 53 - 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 22 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Page 22 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 28 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! 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! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 22 - 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...
Page 22 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 34 - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Page 22 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears; to all who ever bore.