The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His LifeCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1861 - 1071 pages |
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... er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ' Where , save that feeble fountain , all ... ne not to say ; Suffice it , that perchance hey were of fame , And had been ... ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ' scape from him whose kisg Had been ...
... er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ' Where , save that feeble fountain , all ... ne not to say ; Suffice it , that perchance hey were of fame , And had been ... ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ' scape from him whose kisg Had been ...
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... ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was See round thy giant base a brighter choir , [ young , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung , The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire ...
... ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was See round thy giant base a brighter choir , [ young , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung , The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire ...
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... ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to gc , With many a retrospection curst ; And all my solace is to know , Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask- In pity ...
... ne'er , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to gc , With many a retrospection curst ; And all my solace is to know , Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask- In pity ...
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... er the dust they loved : Dull is the eye that will not weep to see [ moved Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines re By British hands , which it had best behooved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when ...
... er the dust they loved : Dull is the eye that will not weep to see [ moved Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines re By British hands , which it had best behooved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when ...
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... er dancing waves expand ; Now lads on shore may sigh , and maids believe . Such be our fate when we return to land ... ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ...
... er dancing waves expand ; Now lads on shore may sigh , and maids believe . Such be our fate when we return to land ... ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ...
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Adah Albanian Ali Pacha Anah Athens aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cæs Cain chief Childe Harold dare dark dead death deep Doge dost doth dread earth fair Faliero father fear feel foes Foscari gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath heard heart heaven honor hope hour Iden land leave less Lioni live look Lord Lord Byron Lord Holland Lucifer Marino Faliero mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once palace PANIA pass'd passion Petrarch Romaic scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza Stral strange tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought twas Ulric unto Venice voice walls wave wild wind words δὲν εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τῶν
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Page 33 - 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 ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Page 49 - 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 wanton'd 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.
Page 37 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier : Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Page 183 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 33 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 167 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Page 37 - 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?
Page 35 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Page 215 - twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.— 'Twas such a night!
Page 33 - 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...