The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... CHORUS . Sons of Greeks ! let us go In arms against the foe , Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet . 2 . Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke , POEMS . 39 Translation of a Greek war song.
... CHORUS . Sons of Greeks ! let us go In arms against the foe , Till their hated blood shall flow In a river past our feet . 2 . Then manfully despising The Turkish tyrant's yoke , POEMS . 39 Translation of a Greek war song.
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... fears to sigh , Till all was past ? But when no more " Twas thine to reck of human woe , Affection's heart - drops , gushing o'er , Had flowed as fast - as now they flow . Shall they not flow , when many a day In POEMS , 53.
... fears to sigh , Till all was past ? But when no more " Twas thine to reck of human woe , Affection's heart - drops , gushing o'er , Had flowed as fast - as now they flow . Shall they not flow , when many a day In POEMS , 53.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Shall they not flow , when many a day In these , to me , deserted towers , Ere called but for a time away , Affection's mingling tears were ours ? Ours too the glance none saw beside ; The smile none else ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Shall they not flow , when many a day In these , to me , deserted towers , Ere called but for a time away , Affection's mingling tears were ours ? Ours too the glance none saw beside ; The smile none else ...
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... flow ; And who would in a breast confide Where stormy passions ever glow ? 6 . It boots not , that together bred , Our childish days were days of joy ; My spring of life has quickly fled ; Thou , too , hast ceased to be a boy . 7 . And ...
... flow ; And who would in a breast confide Where stormy passions ever glow ? 6 . It boots not , that together bred , Our childish days were days of joy ; My spring of life has quickly fled ; Thou , too , hast ceased to be a boy . 7 . And ...
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... START not - nor deem my spirit fled : In me behold the only skull , From which , unlike a living head , Whatever flows is never dull . 2 . I lived , I loved , I quaffed 118 POEMS . Lines inscribed upon a cup formed from a skull.
... START not - nor deem my spirit fled : In me behold the only skull , From which , unlike a living head , Whatever flows is never dull . 2 . I lived , I loved , I quaffed 118 POEMS . Lines inscribed upon a cup formed from a skull.
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Abydos art thou Athens beam behold blest blood bloom blush bosom breast cease charms cold Constantinople could'st dare dark dead dear death deemed doomed dream earth fair fame fear feel Fiend's arch mock fire from heaven fled flowers frigate Galilee gaze Genevra glance glory 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 pangs perchance Pindus remember repine Romaic Saul SAW THEE scene shine shone sigh silent smile song Sons of Greeks Sorrow soul sound Sparta STANZAS sweet tears thine thing thou art thou canst thou hast thought throne THY DAYS thy fall Thyrza tomb triumph Turkish twill vainly voice WALKS IN BEAUTY weep wept withered Ζώη σὰς ἀγαπῶ
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Page 148 - 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 199 - 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 134 - These lips are mute, these eyes are dry ; But in my breast, and in my brain, Awake the pangs that pass not by, The thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there rebel...
Page 200 - 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 71 - Too soon return'd to Earth! Though Earth received them in her bed, And o'er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth, There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look. I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not...
Page 198 - 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.
Page 74 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
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 183 - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; A solitary hand Along the letters ran And traced them like a wand.
Page 164 - ... 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!