The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His Life ...Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 1071 pages |
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... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and one above . 5 . ' My ...
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and one above . 5 . ' My ...
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... wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas ! with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
... wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas ! with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
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... wave ? Little reck'd he of all that men regret ; No loved one now in feign'd lament could rave ; No friend the ... waves before each dashing prow . XVIII . And oh , the little warlike world within ! The well - reeved guns , the netted ...
... wave ? Little reck'd he of all that men regret ; No loved one now in feign'd lament could rave ; No friend the ... waves before each dashing prow . XVIII . And oh , the little warlike world within ! The well - reeved guns , the netted ...
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... wave reflected sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride . And flies unconscious o'er each backward year . None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer than self , possesses or possess'd A thought , and claims the ...
... wave reflected sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and Pride . And flies unconscious o'er each backward year . None are so desolate but something dear , Dearer than self , possesses or possess'd A thought , and claims the ...
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... wave ; And onward view'd the mount , not yet forgot , The lovers refuge , and the Lesbian's grave . Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If ...
... wave ; And onward view'd the mount , not yet forgot , The lovers refuge , and the Lesbian's grave . Dark Sappho could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such immortal fire ? Could she not live who life eternal gave ? If ...
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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...