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-yet , thanks to thee , Our law , onr creed , our God denies ; Perchance I am , at
least shall be ; Nor shall one wandering thought of mine But let our plighted
secret vow At such , our Prophet's will , repine : Be only known to us as now .
-yet , thanks to thee , Our law , onr creed , our God denies ; Perchance I am , at
least shall be ; Nor shall one wandering thought of mine But let our plighted
secret vow At such , our Prophet's will , repine : Be only known to us as now .
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What hath come to thee ? in thy hollow eye Lioni . More mysteries , and awful
ones ! And hueless cheek , and thine unquiet motions , Sorrow and shame and
conscience seem at Or thou , or I , or both , it may be , are Upon the verge of ruin
...
What hath come to thee ? in thy hollow eye Lioni . More mysteries , and awful
ones ! And hueless cheek , and thine unquiet motions , Sorrow and shame and
conscience seem at Or thou , or I , or both , it may be , are Upon the verge of ruin
...
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It means — I pray thee , leave me . And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine ,
Abel . Not till we have pray'd and sacriTo hail his father ; while his little form ficed
together . Flutters as wing'd with joy . Talk not of pain ! Cain . Abel , I pray thee ...
It means — I pray thee , leave me . And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine ,
Abel . Not till we have pray'd and sacriTo hail his father ; while his little form ficed
together . Flutters as wing'd with joy . Talk not of pain ! Cain . Abel , I pray thee ...
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Samiasa ! Anah . Seraph ! I call thee , I await thee , and I love thee . From thy
sphere ! Many worship thee , that will I not : Whatever star contain thy glory : If that
thy spirit down to mine may move In the eternal depths of Heaven thee , Albeit
thou ...
Samiasa ! Anah . Seraph ! I call thee , I await thee , and I love thee . From thy
sphere ! Many worship thee , that will I not : Whatever star contain thy glory : If that
thy spirit down to mine may move In the eternal depths of Heaven thee , Albeit
thou ...
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And the midnight moon is weaving FARE THEE WELL . Her bright chain o'er thee
deep ; Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; Whose breast is gently heaving , But
whispering tongues can poison truth ; As an infant's asleep : And constancy ...
And the midnight moon is weaving FARE THEE WELL . Her bright chain o'er thee
deep ; Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; Whose breast is gently heaving , But
whispering tongues can poison truth ; As an infant's asleep : And constancy ...
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Page 583 - 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 584 - 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 33 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 26 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 56 - Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 55 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 26 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Page 33 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 55 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 38 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume |
| Author | George Gordon Noël Byron |
| Publisher | H.L. Broenner, 1826 |
| Original from | University of Lausanne |
| Digitized | 29 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 776 pages |
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