The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).J. Murray, 1867 - 685 pages |
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... sweet sceptic , the cause of emotion , No doubt can the mind of your lover invade ; He worships each look with such faithful devotion , A smile can enchant , or a tear can dissuade . But as death , my beloved , soon or late shall o'er ...
... sweet sceptic , the cause of emotion , No doubt can the mind of your lover invade ; He worships each look with such faithful devotion , A smile can enchant , or a tear can dissuade . But as death , my beloved , soon or late shall o'er ...
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... sweet lady , unbend your soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may His waist was bound with a broad belt ...
... sweet lady , unbend your soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may His waist was bound with a broad belt ...
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... sweet girl ! the hissing lead , Wafting destruction o'er thy charms , And hurtling o'er thy lovely head , Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms . Surely some envious demon's force , Vex'd to behold such beauty here , Impell'd the ...
... sweet girl ! the hissing lead , Wafting destruction o'er thy charms , And hurtling o'er thy lovely head , Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms . Surely some envious demon's force , Vex'd to behold such beauty here , Impell'd the ...
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... sweet employ , While future hope and fear alike unknown , I think with pleasure on the past alone ; Yes , to the past alone my heart confine , And chase the phantom of what once was mine . IDA ! still o'er thy hills in joy preside , And ...
... sweet employ , While future hope and fear alike unknown , I think with pleasure on the past alone ; Yes , to the past alone my heart confine , And chase the phantom of what once was mine . IDA ! still o'er thy hills in joy preside , And ...
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... sweet girl ! thy pledge of love ; It claims my warmest , dearest care , Like relics left of saints above . Oh ! I ... sweets and the bitters of love ; In friendship I early was taught to believe ; My passion the matrons of prudence ...
... sweet girl ! thy pledge of love ; It claims my warmest , dearest care , Like relics left of saints above . Oh ! I ... sweets and the bitters of love ; In friendship I early was taught to believe ; My passion the matrons of prudence ...
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Page 153 - 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 159 - 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 72 - 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 153 - 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 152 - 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 245 - 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 178 - 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 180 - 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 180 - 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 178 - 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.