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Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering
on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate . “ Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why
dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at ...
Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering
on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate . “ Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why
dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at ...
Page 77
To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock , And descends to the plain
like the stream from the rock . 3 . Shall the sons of Chimari , who never forgive
The fault of a friend , bid an enemy live ? Let those guns so unerring such
vengeance ...
To the wolf and the vulture he leaves his wild flock , And descends to the plain
like the stream from the rock . 3 . Shall the sons of Chimari , who never forgive
The fault of a friend , bid an enemy live ? Let those guns so unerring such
vengeance ...
Page 150
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) XV . But in Man ' s dwellings he became a
thing Restless and worn , and stern and wearisome , Droop ' d as a wild - born
falcon with clipt wing , To whom the boundless air alone were home : Then came
...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) XV . But in Man ' s dwellings he became a
thing Restless and worn , and stern and wearisome , Droop ' d as a wild - born
falcon with clipt wing , To whom the boundless air alone were home : Then came
...
Page 166
Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might
stray ; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self - condemning
bosoms , it were here , Where Nature , nor too sombre nor too gay , Wild but not
rude ...
Thine is a scene alike where souls united Or lonely Contemplation thus might
stray ; And could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey On self - condemning
bosoms , it were here , Where Nature , nor too sombre nor too gay , Wild but not
rude ...
Page 172
Here the self - torturing sophist , wild Rousseau , The apostle of affliction , he who
threw Enchantment over passion , and from wo Wrung overwhelming eloquence ,
first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make ...
Here the self - torturing sophist , wild Rousseau , The apostle of affliction , he who
threw Enchantment over passion , and from wo Wrung overwhelming eloquence ,
first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make ...
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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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