The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 pages |
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... fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be , although very poetical personages and true knights " sans peur , " though not " sans re- proche . " If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a ...
... fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be , although very poetical personages and true knights " sans peur , " though not " sans re- proche . " If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a ...
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... fear . He spurs the steed ; he nears the steep , That , jutting , shadows o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he ... fears , Such moment pours the grief of years . What felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ...
... fear . He spurs the steed ; he nears the steep , That , jutting , shadows o'er the deep ; He winds around ; he ... fears , Such moment pours the grief of years . What felt he then , at once opprest By all that most distracts the breast ...
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... fear'd to meet ; And in the field it had been sweet , Had danger woo'd me on to move The slave of glory , not of love . I've braved it - not for honor's boast ; I smile at laurels won or lost ; To such let others carve their way , For ...
... fear'd to meet ; And in the field it had been sweet , Had danger woo'd me on to move The slave of glory , not of love . I've braved it - not for honor's boast ; I smile at laurels won or lost ; To such let others carve their way , For ...
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... fear . I wander , father ! for my soul Is fleeting towards the final goal . I saw her , friar ! and I rose Forgetful of our former woes ; And rushing from my couch , I dart , And clasp her to my desperate heart ; I clasp - what is it ...
... fear . I wander , father ! for my soul Is fleeting towards the final goal . I saw her , friar ! and I rose Forgetful of our former woes ; And rushing from my couch , I dart , And clasp her to my desperate heart ; I clasp - what is it ...
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... fear that thou shouldst chide My sister , or her sable guide , Know - for the fault , if fault there be , Was mine , then fall thy frowns on me → So lovelily the morning shone , That - let the old and weary sleep- I could not ; and to ...
... fear that thou shouldst chide My sister , or her sable guide , Know - for the fault , if fault there be , Was mine , then fall thy frowns on me → So lovelily the morning shone , That - let the old and weary sleep- I could not ; and to ...
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Page 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 39 - 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 63 - 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 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 233 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 109 - Approach thou craven crouching slave : Say, is not this Thermopylae? These waters blue that round you lave, Oh servile offspring of the free — Pronounce what sea, what shore is this? The gulf, the rock of Salamis ! These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Page 44 - 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...
Page 38 - ... Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet — But, hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat ; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar
Page 45 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, 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 die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 63 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...