The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte. Poems. Hebrew melodiesJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... 1 . THE kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . VOL . IV . E 2 . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , POEMS . 49 On Parting.
... 1 . THE kiss , dear maid ! thy lip has left , Shall never part from mine , Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine . VOL . IV . E 2 . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , POEMS . 49 On Parting.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 2 . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , An equal love may see : The tear that from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me . 3 . I ask no pledge to make me blest In gazing when alone ; Nor one ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. 2 . Thy parting glance , which fondly beams , An equal love may see : The tear that from thine eyelid streams Can weep no change in me . 3 . I ask no pledge to make me blest In gazing when alone ; Nor one ...
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... glance none saw beside ; The smile none else might understand ; The whispered thought of hearts allied , The pressure of the thrilling hand ; The kiss so guiltless and refined That Love each warmer wish forbore ; Those eyes proclaimed ...
... glance none saw beside ; The smile none else might understand ; The whispered thought of hearts allied , The pressure of the thrilling hand ; The kiss so guiltless and refined That Love each warmer wish forbore ; Those eyes proclaimed ...
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... glance . 6 . In flattering dreams I deemed thee mine ; Now hope , and he who hoped , decline ; Like melting wax , or withering flower , I feel my passion , and thy power . 7 . My light of life ! ah , tell me why That pouting lip , and ...
... glance . 6 . In flattering dreams I deemed thee mine ; Now hope , and he who hoped , decline ; Like melting wax , or withering flower , I feel my passion , and thy power . 7 . My light of life ! ah , tell me why That pouting lip , and ...
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... Judah's hills Exulting yet may bound , And drink from all the living rills That gush on holy ground ; Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless transport by : - II . A step as fleet , an eye more HEBREW MELODIES . 163.
... Judah's hills Exulting yet may bound , And drink from all the living rills That gush on holy ground ; Its airy step and glorious eye May glance in tameless transport by : - II . A step as fleet , an eye more HEBREW MELODIES . 163.
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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!