Lord Byron, Volume 1Antoine-Augustin Renouard, 1824 |
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... life just gaz'd at , in the grave forgot ; While nought divides thee from the vulgar dead , Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head , The mouldering ' scutcheon , or the herald's roll , That well - emblazon'd , but neglected ...
... life just gaz'd at , in the grave forgot ; While nought divides thee from the vulgar dead , Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head , The mouldering ' scutcheon , or the herald's roll , That well - emblazon'd , but neglected ...
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... life the firmest friend , The first to welcome , foremost to defend , Whose honest heart is still his master's own , Who labours , fights , lives , breathes for him alone , Unhonoured falls , unnoticed all his worth , Denied in heaven ...
... life the firmest friend , The first to welcome , foremost to defend , Whose honest heart is still his master's own , Who labours , fights , lives , breathes for him alone , Unhonoured falls , unnoticed all his worth , Denied in heaven ...
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... life's little day Our heads such sad effects produce ; Redeemed from worms and wasting clay , This chance is theirs , to be of use . Newstead Abbey , 1808 . d'une imagination exaltée . Lord Byron passait con- tinuellement d'un CHAPITRE ...
... life's little day Our heads such sad effects produce ; Redeemed from worms and wasting clay , This chance is theirs , to be of use . Newstead Abbey , 1808 . d'une imagination exaltée . Lord Byron passait con- tinuellement d'un CHAPITRE ...
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... lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love , Doth work like madness in the brain . They parted ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another leurs cicatrices , semblables au ...
... lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain : And to be wroth with one we love , Doth work like madness in the brain . They parted ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another leurs cicatrices , semblables au ...
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... life retaineth- Still must mine , though bleeding , beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is that we no more may meet . These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead ; Both shall live , but every morrow Wake us ...
... life retaineth- Still must mine , though bleeding , beat ; And the undying thought which paineth Is that we no more may meet . These are words of deeper sorrow Than the wail above the dead ; Both shall live , but every morrow Wake us ...
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Page 65 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again : Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou wouldst at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee — Though it smile upon the blow, Even its...
Page 237 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create...
Page 302 - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder ; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows ; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 88 - Till I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score, When my last brother droop'd and died, And I lay living by his side.
Page 272 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being; they become A portion of ourselves as of our time, And look like heralds of eternity; They pass like spirits of the past...
Page 109 - 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...
Page 240 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 276 - Which colour'd all his objects:— he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: Her sighs were not for him; to her he was Even as a brother— but no more...
Page 94 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side ; But why delay the truth? — he died.
Page 277 - With a convulsion — then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused, The Lady of his love...