The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With ... Notes and a Life of the Author, Volume 1Johnson, Wilson and Company, 1867 |
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... seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! mayst thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy ...
... seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? Ah ! mayst thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy ...
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... seek the shades below . VII . The Childe departed from his father's hall ; It was a vast and venerable pile ; So old , it seemed only not to fall , Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle . Monastic dome ! condemn'd to uses vile ...
... seek the shades below . VII . The Childe departed from his father's hall ; It was a vast and venerable pile ; So old , it seemed only not to fall , Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle . Monastic dome ! condemn'd to uses vile ...
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... seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! 3 Such were the exploits of the Maid of Saragoza , who by her valor elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines . When the author was at Seville , she walked daily ...
... seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! 3 Such were the exploits of the Maid of Saragoza , who by her valor elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines . When the author was at Seville , she walked daily ...
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... seek to know A pang , e'en thou must fail to sooth ? 3 . It is not love , it is not hate , Nor low Ambition's honors lost , That bids me loathe my present state , And fly from all I prized the most : 4 . It is that weariness which ...
... seek to know A pang , e'en thou must fail to sooth ? 3 . It is not love , it is not hate , Nor low Ambition's honors lost , That bids me loathe my present state , And fly from all I prized the most : 4 . It is that weariness which ...
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... seek to know , Shall find some tidings in a future page , If he that rhymeth now may scribble moe . Is this too much ? stern Critic ! say not so : Patience ! and ye shall hear what he beheld In other lands , where he was doom'd to go ...
... seek to know , Shall find some tidings in a future page , If he that rhymeth now may scribble moe . Is this too much ? stern Critic ! say not so : Patience ! and ye shall hear what he beheld In other lands , where he was doom'd to go ...
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Page 32 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 44 - 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...
Page 62 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 32 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 31 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise...
Page 77 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 62 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock.built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 32 - Battle's magnificently-stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent ! XXIX.
Page 46 - The Moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all...
Page 62 - 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...