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Page 62
Pass we the long , unvarying course , the track Oft trod , that never leaves a trace
behind ; Pass we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , And each well
known caprice of wave and wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find ,
Coop ' d ...
Pass we the long , unvarying course , the track Oft trod , that never leaves a trace
behind ; Pass we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , And each well
known caprice of wave and wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find ,
Coop ' d ...
Page 76
It came to pass , that when he did address Himself to quit at length this mountain -
land , Combined marauders half - way barr ' d egress , And wasted far and near
with glaive and brand ; And therefore did he take a trusty band To traverse ...
It came to pass , that when he did address Himself to quit at length this mountain -
land , Combined marauders half - way barr ' d egress , And wasted far and near
with glaive and brand ; And therefore did he take a trusty band To traverse ...
Page 162
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) LI . A thousand battles have assail ' d thy
banks , But these and half their fame have pass ' d away , And Slaughter heap ' d
on high his weltering ranks ; Their very graves are gone , and what are they ?
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) LI . A thousand battles have assail ' d thy
banks , But these and half their fame have pass ' d away , And Slaughter heap ' d
on high his weltering ranks ; Their very graves are gone , and what are they ?
Page 289
It appears he did pass through Florence on his way from Parma to Rome , and on
his return in the year 1350 , and remained there long enough to form some
acquaintance with its most distinguished inhabitants . A Florentine gentleman ...
It appears he did pass through Florence on his way from Parma to Rome , and on
his return in the year 1350 , and remained there long enough to form some
acquaintance with its most distinguished inhabitants . A Florentine gentleman ...
Page 312
From Ossa ja the road begins to rise a little , but does not pass into the roots of
the mountains until the sixty - seventh milestone from Florence . The ascent
thence is not steep but perpetual , and continues for twenty minutes . The lake is
soon ...
From Ossa ja the road begins to rise a little , but does not pass into the roots of
the mountains until the sixty - seventh milestone from Florence . The ascent
thence is not steep but perpetual , and continues for twenty minutes . The lake is
soon ...
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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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