The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3J. Murray, 1823 - English poetry |
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... passes him untasted still— And for his fare - the rudest of his crew Would that , in turn , have pass'd untasted too ; Earth's coarsest bread , the garden's homeliest roots , And scarce the summer luxury of fruits , His short repast in ...
... passes him untasted still— And for his fare - the rudest of his crew Would that , in turn , have pass'd untasted too ; Earth's coarsest bread , the garden's homeliest roots , And scarce the summer luxury of fruits , His short repast in ...
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... pass'd them by ; Though many a beauty droop'd in prison'd bower , None ever soothed his most unguarded hour . Yes it was Love - if thoughts of tenderness , Tried in temptation , strengthen'd by distress , Unmoved by absence , firm in ...
... pass'd them by ; Though many a beauty droop'd in prison'd bower , None ever soothed his most unguarded hour . Yes it was Love - if thoughts of tenderness , Tried in temptation , strengthen'd by distress , Unmoved by absence , firm in ...
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... Pass'd the first winding downward to the glen . " Strange tidings ! -many a peril have I past , " Nor know I why this next appears the last ! " Yet so my heart forebodes , but must not fear , " Nor shall my followers find me falter here ...
... Pass'd the first winding downward to the glen . " Strange tidings ! -many a peril have I past , " Nor know I why this next appears the last ! " Yet so my heart forebodes , but must not fear , " Nor shall my followers find me falter here ...
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... pass not thou my grave Without one thought whose relics there recline : The only pang my bosom dare not brave Must be to find forgetfulness in thine . 4 . " My fondest - faintest - latest accents hear : Grief for the dead not Virtue can ...
... pass not thou my grave Without one thought whose relics there recline : The only pang my bosom dare not brave Must be to find forgetfulness in thine . 4 . " My fondest - faintest - latest accents hear : Grief for the dead not Virtue can ...
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... Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass through the narrow bay Discovers where the Pacha's galleys lay . Count they each sail - and mark how ...
... Pass'd the high headlands of each clustering isle , To gain their port - long - long ere morning smile : And soon the night - glass through the narrow bay Discovers where the Pacha's galleys lay . Count they each sail - and mark how ...
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Page 284 - As then to me he seem'd to fly ; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, — And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Page 277 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray ; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright ; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot. A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 342 - And the third Angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters.
Page 280 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Page 269 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Page 267 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 61 - Salamis ! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven ; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.
Page 231 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Page 7 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Page 342 - And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea ; and the third part of the sea became blood : 9 And the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died ; and the third part of the ships were destroyed.