Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - 412 pages |
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... thee in my crush'd feeling's dearth . " That the poet is essentially seeking an ideality , Byron too , at his best , felt , as well as Shelley . Yet Byron rather feels with Marlowe the unattainability of ideal beauty . As Marlowe cries ...
... thee in my crush'd feeling's dearth . " That the poet is essentially seeking an ideality , Byron too , at his best , felt , as well as Shelley . Yet Byron rather feels with Marlowe the unattainability of ideal beauty . As Marlowe cries ...
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... thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd— To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ...
... thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd— To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ...
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... thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long ...
... thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend . Such is thy name with this my verse entwined ; And long ...
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... thee from thy sacred hill ; Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a ...
... thee from thy sacred hill ; Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a ...
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... thee , My native land - Good night ! A few short hours , and he will rise , To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds ...
... thee , My native land - Good night ! A few short hours , and he will rise , To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds ...
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