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Page 54
Bound to the earth, he lifts his eye to heaven — I'st not enough, unhappy thing ! to
know Thou art ? Is this a boon so kindly given, That being, thou wouldst be again,
and go, Thou know'st not, reck'st not to what region, so On earth no more, but ...
Bound to the earth, he lifts his eye to heaven — I'st not enough, unhappy thing ! to
know Thou art ? Is this a boon so kindly given, That being, thou wouldst be again,
and go, Thou know'st not, reck'st not to what region, so On earth no more, but ...
Page 168
Julia — the daughter , the devoted - gave Her youth to Heaven ; her heart ,
beneath a claim Nearest to Heaven ' s , broke o ' er a father ' s grave . Justice is
sworn ' gainst tears , and hers would crare The life she lived in ; but the judge
was just ...
Julia — the daughter , the devoted - gave Her youth to Heaven ; her heart ,
beneath a claim Nearest to Heaven ' s , broke o ' er a father ' s grave . Justice is
sworn ' gainst tears , and hers would crare The life she lived in ; but the judge
was just ...
Page 175
... for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil , Weeping themselves
away , till they infuse Deep into Nature ' s breast the spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII .
Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read ...
... for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil , Weeping themselves
away , till they infuse Deep into Nature ' s breast the spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII .
Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read ...
Page 181
... and their steep aim , Was , Titan - like , on daring doubts to pile Thoughts which
should call down thunder , and the flame Of Heaven , again assail ' d , if Heaven
the while On man and man ' s research could deign do more than smile . CVI .
... and their steep aim , Was , Titan - like , on daring doubts to pile Thoughts which
should call down thunder , and the flame Of Heaven , again assail ' d , if Heaven
the while On man and man ' s research could deign do more than smile . CVI .
Page 214
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 colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West ...
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 colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West ...
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Page 176 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Page 151 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 260 - 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 deed...
Page 262 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,— Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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 151 - 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 Blushed 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...
Page 59 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 262 - 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 176 - Uprear'd of human hands. Come and compare Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek, With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air, Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer.
Page 153 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 143 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
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| Title | The works of lord Byron, Volume 1 The works of lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Published | 1820 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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