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Page 139
She watch ' d his features till she could not bear Their freezing aspect and
averted air , And that strange fierceness foreign to her eye , Fell quench ' d in
tears , too late to shed or dry . She knelt beside him and his hand she prest , 1645
“ Thou ...
She watch ' d his features till she could not bear Their freezing aspect and
averted air , And that strange fierceness foreign to her eye , Fell quench ' d in
tears , too late to shed or dry . She knelt beside him and his hand she prest , 1645
“ Thou ...
Page 249
705 710 “ Oh , false reproach ! yon Tartar now “ Has gain ' d our nearest
mountain ' s brow , 6 And warily the steep descends , 66 And now within the
valley bends ; " And he bears the gift at his saddle bow , " How could I deem his
courser slow ...
705 710 “ Oh , false reproach ! yon Tartar now “ Has gain ' d our nearest
mountain ' s brow , 6 And warily the steep descends , 66 And now within the
valley bends ; " And he bears the gift at his saddle bow , " How could I deem his
courser slow ...
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We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss — ' twere wo alone to bear ;
The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease - to hate . It is as if the
dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , VOL . II . 945 950 955 And
shudder ...
We loathe what none are left to share : Even bliss — ' twere wo alone to bear ;
The heart once left thus desolate Must fly at last for ease - to hate . It is as if the
dead could feel The icy worm around them steal , VOL . II . 945 950 955 And
shudder ...
Page 259
Save transient ills that all must bear , 975 “ Has been thy lot from youth to age ; "
And thou wilt bless thee from the rage “ Of passions fierce and uncontroll ' d , 6
Such as thy penitents unfold , " Whose secret sins and sorrows rest 980 “ Within
thy ...
Save transient ills that all must bear , 975 “ Has been thy lot from youth to age ; "
And thou wilt bless thee from the rage “ Of passions fierce and uncontroll ' d , 6
Such as thy penitents unfold , " Whose secret sins and sorrows rest 980 “ Within
thy ...
Page 284
... it far surpasses all European imitations ; and bears such marks of originality ,
that those who have visited the East will find some ... even Rasselas must bow
before it ; his “ Happy Valley ” will not bear a comparison with the “ Hall of Eblis .
... it far surpasses all European imitations ; and bears such marks of originality ,
that those who have visited the East will find some ... even Rasselas must bow
before it ; his “ Happy Valley ” will not bear a comparison with the “ Hall of Eblis .
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Page 225 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear, And leave his sons a hope, a fame, They too will rather die than shame : For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won.
Page 7 - In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of ocean is deepest in dye ; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine ? 'Tis the clime of the East ; 'tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? 2 Oh ! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 7 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 224 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd!
Page 76 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 165 - All was so still, so soft in earth and air, You scarce would start to meet a spirit there ; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night...
Page 224 - 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 Appals the gazing mourner's heart...
Page 73 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Page 226 - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The graves of those that cannot die...
Page 223 - 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...
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| Title | The works of lord Byron, Volume 2 The works of lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Publisher | Wm. B. Gilley, 1820 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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