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... o'er thine absence with me . LINES IN THE TRAVELLERS ' BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS . IN THIS BOOK A TRAVELLER HAD WRITTEN : - " FAIR Albion , smiling , sees her son depart To trace the birth and nursery of art : Noble his object , glorious is ...
... o'er thine absence with me . LINES IN THE TRAVELLERS ' BOOK AT ORCHOMENUS . IN THIS BOOK A TRAVELLER HAD WRITTEN : - " FAIR Albion , smiling , sees her son depart To trace the birth and nursery of art : Noble his object , glorious is ...
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... o'er , Had flow'd as fast- as now they flow . Shall they not flow , when many a day In these , to me , deserted towers , Ere call'd but for a time away , Affection's mingling tears were ours ? Ours too the glance none saw beside ; The ...
... o'er , Had flow'd as fast- as now they flow . Shall they not flow , when many a day In these , to me , deserted towers , Ere call'd but for a time away , Affection's mingling tears were ours ? Ours too the glance none saw beside ; The ...
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... o'er the dead ! Yes , Thyrza ! yes , they breathe of thee , Beloved dust ! since dust thou art ; And all that once was harmony Is worse than discord to my heart ! beautifully expressed ; but Lord Byron , in a letter to Mr. Dallas ...
... o'er the dead ! Yes , Thyrza ! yes , they breathe of thee , Beloved dust ! since dust thou art ; And all that once was harmony Is worse than discord to my heart ! beautifully expressed ; but Lord Byron , in a letter to Mr. Dallas ...
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... o'er the deep , Then turn'd from earth its tender beam . But he who through life's dreary way Must pass , when heaven is veil'd in wrath , Will long lament the vanish'd ray That scatter'd gladness o'er his path . December 6. 1811. ( 1 ) ...
... o'er the deep , Then turn'd from earth its tender beam . But he who through life's dreary way Must pass , when heaven is veil'd in wrath , Will long lament the vanish'd ray That scatter'd gladness o'er his path . December 6. 1811. ( 1 ) ...
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... o'er a sepulchre . Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill ; Though pleasure fires the maddening soul , The heart- the heart is lonely still ! On many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the skv ...
... o'er a sepulchre . Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill ; Though pleasure fires the maddening soul , The heart- the heart is lonely still ! On many a lone and lovely night It sooth'd to gaze upon the skv ...
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Page 207 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 152 - Such is the aspect of this shore; >Tis Greece, but living Greece no more So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath...
Page 208 - Wax faint o'er the gardens of 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 264 - Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease...
Page 165 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 109 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Page 179 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Page 272 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear ; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sigh'd farewell...
Page 213 - Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness...
Page 309 - Salamis! Their azure arches through the long expanse More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance, And tenderest tints, along their summits driven, Mark his gay course, and own the hues of heaven; Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep, Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep...