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... formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies . 2 . Our guides are gone , our hope is POEMS . 25 Stanzas.
... formerly called Pindus , in Albania . 1 . CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast , Where Pindus ' mountains rise , And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies . 2 . Our guides are gone , our hope is POEMS . 25 Stanzas.
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... mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad . 8 : Clouds burst , skies flash , oh , POEMS . 27.
... mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress ? 7 . And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road ? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad . 8 : Clouds burst , skies flash , oh , POEMS . 27.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 8 : Clouds burst , skies flash , oh , dreadful hour ! More fiercely pours the storm ! Yet here one thought has still the power To keep my bosom warm . 9 . While wand'ring through each broken path , O ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 8 : Clouds burst , skies flash , oh , dreadful hour ! More fiercely pours the storm ! Yet here one thought has still the power To keep my bosom warm . 9 . While wand'ring through each broken path , O ...
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... can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . 6 . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that followed such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath past , And thou POEMS . 73.
... can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . 6 . I know not if I could have borne To see thy beauties fade ; The night that followed such a morn Had worn a deeper shade : Thy day without a cloud hath past , And thou POEMS . 73.
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Thy day without a cloud hath past , And thou wert lovely to the last ; Extinguished , not decayed ; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high . 7 . As once I wept , if I ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Thy day without a cloud hath past , And thou wert lovely to the last ; Extinguished , not decayed ; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high . 7 . As once I wept , if I ...
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Abydos art thou Athens behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dread dream earth eyes fair fame FAREWELL fear feel Fiend's arch fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance Haideé harp hath heaven HEBREW MELODIES hope hour Judah's JUVENAL light living lonely love thee loved in vain lute Mariamne mirth mourn ne'er never Newstead Abbey night Note o'er once pain pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soar song Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall thy heart Thyrza triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered ἀγαπῶ Ζώη Ζώη με
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Page 201 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 152 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 201 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 202 - 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 165 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Page 9 - The Spaniard, when the lust of sway Had lost its quickening spell, Cast crowns for rosaries away, An empire for a cell...
Page 166 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year ; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom. And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream. And lingering pause and lightly tread ; Fond wretch ! as if her step...
Page 187 - A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the King's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom...
Page 159 - d race ; For, taking root, it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth, It will not live in other earth. But we must wander witheringly, In other lands to die; And where our fathers...
Page 13 - Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock? Foredoomed by God — by man accurst, And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock ! He, in his fall preserved his pride, And, if a mortal; had as proudly died!