The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems ; Also a Sketch of His LifeH. Adams, and sold by J. Grigg, 1831 - 716 pages |
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... light humours , the heart cheerfulness , and all the artillery of unthi ing emptiness by which the energies of bosom are damped and broken . There w implanted within him the seeds of profo reflection and emotion , which grew in hin such ...
... light humours , the heart cheerfulness , and all the artillery of unthi ing emptiness by which the energies of bosom are damped and broken . There w implanted within him the seeds of profo reflection and emotion , which grew in hin such ...
Page xxxix
... light miles beyond Nottingham , and won two miles of the venerable abbey of Newstead . He was accompanied to the grave by crowds of persons eager to show this last brain , etc. of the deceased Lord Byron . " An elegant Grecian tablet of ...
... light miles beyond Nottingham , and won two miles of the venerable abbey of Newstead . He was accompanied to the grave by crowds of persons eager to show this last brain , etc. of the deceased Lord Byron . " An elegant Grecian tablet of ...
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... light on Allan's eyes ! " His sand is done , -- his race is run , Oh ! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale , And Allan's barbed arrow lay , With him in dark Glentanar's ...
... light on Allan's eyes ! " His sand is done , -- his race is run , Oh ! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale , And Allan's barbed arrow lay , With him in dark Glentanar's ...
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... light , Ba Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Tea , three sleepless nights , the chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; The wipe is lost in boundless grief , His works in grey torn ringlets wave . * Oscar ! my son ! -- Thou God of ...
... light , Ba Oscar comes not o'er the plain . Tea , three sleepless nights , the chief For Oscar search'd each mountain cave ; The wipe is lost in boundless grief , His works in grey torn ringlets wave . * Oscar ! my son ! -- Thou God of ...
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... light on Allan's eyes ! " His sand is done , -his race is run , Oh ! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale , And Allan's barbed arrow lay , With him in dark Glentanar's vale ...
... light on Allan's eyes ! " His sand is done , -his race is run , Oh ! never more shall Allan rise ! But Oscar's breast is cold as clay , His locks are lifted by the gale , And Allan's barbed arrow lay , With him in dark Glentanar's vale ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH Ali Pacha ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES arms ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel foes GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul speak spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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Page 79 - 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 61 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 76 - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Page 205 - I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope but faith, And that forbade a selfish death.
Page 71 - Alas, the lofty city! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page! But these shall be Her resurrection; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
Page 60 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more...
Page 61 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 205 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those...
Page 206 - As then to me he seem'd to fly ; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled — and would fain I had not left my recent chain ; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load ; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, — And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
Page 61 - 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, O tempests, is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?