The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 pages |
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... heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his ...
... heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his ...
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... heard in yonder hall ; It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall . Yes , when the eddying tempest sighs , It shakes the shield of Oscar brave ; But there no more his banners rise , No more his plumes of ...
... heard in yonder hall ; It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mould'ring wall . Yes , when the eddying tempest sighs , It shakes the shield of Oscar brave ; But there no more his banners rise , No more his plumes of ...
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... heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless dame ! no sire bewails , No friend thy wretched fate deplores , No kindred voice with ...
... heard the exile's sigh , And seen the exile's silent tear , Through distant climes condemn'd to fly , A pensive weary wanderer here ? Ah ! hapless dame ! no sire bewails , No friend thy wretched fate deplores , No kindred voice with ...
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... heard your voices Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , And rides on the wind , o'er his own Highland Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy ...
... heard your voices Rise on the night - rolling breath of the gale ? " Surely the soul of the hero rejoices , And rides on the wind , o'er his own Highland Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers , Winter presides in his cold icy ...
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... heard , Would lose his opening prospects for a word ? Although against that word his heart rebel , And truth indignant all his bosom swell . Away with themes like this ! not mine the task From flattering friends to tear the hateful mask ...
... heard , Would lose his opening prospects for a word ? Although against that word his heart rebel , And truth indignant all his bosom swell . Away with themes like this ! not mine the task From flattering friends to tear the hateful mask ...
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Page 151 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Page 157 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, 0 tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Page 70 - OUR life is twofold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 151 - 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 150 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 243 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 176 - 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 178 - Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) And mark'd the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now. And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy...
Page 178 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 176 - 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.