The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3J. Murray, 1823 - English poetry |
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... voice of more than one nation . It will at least prove to you , that I have neither forgotten the gratification derived from your society , nor abandoned the prospect of its renewal , whenever your leisure or inclination allows you to ...
... voice of more than one nation . It will at least prove to you , that I have neither forgotten the gratification derived from your society , nor abandoned the prospect of its renewal , whenever your leisure or inclination allows you to ...
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... voices , and the laughter loud , And woman's gentler anxious tone is heard— Friends - husbands ' - lovers ' names in each dear word : " Oh ! are they safe ? we ask not of success— " But shall we see them ? will their accents bless ...
... voices , and the laughter loud , And woman's gentler anxious tone is heard— Friends - husbands ' - lovers ' names in each dear word : " Oh ! are they safe ? we ask not of success— " But shall we see them ? will their accents bless ...
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... voice , and calm his general mien , Still seems there something he would not have seen : His features ' deepening lines and varying hue At times attracted , yet perplex'd the view , As if within that murkiness of mind Work'd feelings ...
... voice , and calm his general mien , Still seems there something he would not have seen : His features ' deepening lines and varying hue At times attracted , yet perplex'd the view , As if within that murkiness of mind Work'd feelings ...
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... voice of wrath a sacred call , To pay the injuries of some on all . He knew himself a villain - but he deem'd The rest no better than the thing he seem'd ; And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly ...
... voice of wrath a sacred call , To pay the injuries of some on all . He knew himself a villain - but he deem'd The rest no better than the thing he seem'd ; And scorn'd the best as hypocrites who hid Those deeds the bolder spirit plainly ...
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... voice ! the spirit burning but unbent , May writhe - rebel - the weak alone repent ! Even in that lonely hour when most it feels , And , to itself , all - all that self reveals , No single passion , and no ruling thought That leaves the ...
... voice ! the spirit burning but unbent , May writhe - rebel - the weak alone repent ! Even in that lonely hour when most it feels , And , to itself , all - all that self reveals , No single passion , and no ruling thought That leaves the ...
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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.