The Poetical Works of Lord ByronJohn Murray, 1859 - 827 pages |
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... feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which ... feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands ...
... feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which ... feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands ...
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... feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering ... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though ...
... feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering ... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though ...
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... feel , and to possess , And roam along , the world's tired denizen , With none who bless us , none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that , with kindred consciousness endued , If we were not , would ...
... feel , and to possess , And roam along , the world's tired denizen , With none who bless us , none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that , with kindred consciousness endued , If we were not , would ...
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... feel our fiery horses Like proud seas under us . " Out of this somewhat forced simile , by a judicious transpo- sition of the comparison , and by the substitution of the more definite word " waves " for " seas , " Lord Byron's clear and ...
... feel our fiery horses Like proud seas under us . " Out of this somewhat forced simile , by a judicious transpo- sition of the comparison , and by the substitution of the more definite word " waves " for " seas , " Lord Byron's clear and ...
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... feel , not so To wear it ever on thy lip and brow , And spurn the instruments thou wert to use Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow : " Tis but a worthless world to win or lose ; So hath it proved to thee , and all such lot who ...
... feel , not so To wear it ever on thy lip and brow , And spurn the instruments thou wert to use Till they were turn'd unto thine overthrow : " Tis but a worthless world to win or lose ; So hath it proved to thee , and all such lot who ...
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Page 58 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 28 - 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 28 - 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 28 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 58 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 29 - 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...
Page 135 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 122 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 40 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Page 54 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.