Lord Byron's Select Works: Consisting of Cain ... Hours of Idleness; English Bards and Scotch Reviewers; with Occasional Pieces; and Life of the AuthorC. Daly, 1841 - 320 pages |
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... sweet degradation , A most enervating and filthy cheat To lure thee on to the renewal of Fresh souls and bodies , all foredoom'd to be As frail , and few so happy- Cain . Spirit ! I Know nought of death , save as a dreadful thing Of ...
... sweet degradation , A most enervating and filthy cheat To lure thee on to the renewal of Fresh souls and bodies , all foredoom'd to be As frail , and few so happy- Cain . Spirit ! I Know nought of death , save as a dreadful thing Of ...
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... sweet sister , and our Eve , To whom we owe so much besides our birth ? Cain . Yes - death , too , is amongst the debts we owe her . Adah . Cain ! that proud spirit , who withdrew thee hence , Hath sadden'd thine still deeper . I had ...
... sweet sister , and our Eve , To whom we owe so much besides our birth ? Cain . Yes - death , too , is amongst the debts we owe her . Adah . Cain ! that proud spirit , who withdrew thee hence , Hath sadden'd thine still deeper . I had ...
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... Sweet Enoch ! [ She goes to the child . Oh Cain ! look on him ; see how full of life , Of strength , of bloom , of beauty , and of joy , How like to me - how like to thee , when gentle , For then we are all alike ; is ' t not so , Cain ...
... Sweet Enoch ! [ She goes to the child . Oh Cain ! look on him ; see how full of life , Of strength , of bloom , of beauty , and of joy , How like to me - how like to thee , when gentle , For then we are all alike ; is ' t not so , Cain ...
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... sweet and blooming fruits of earth , And milder seasons , which the unstain'd turf 1 spread them on now offers in the face Of the broad sun which ripen'd them , may seem Good to thee , inasmuch as they have not Suffer'd in limb or life ...
... sweet and blooming fruits of earth , And milder seasons , which the unstain'd turf 1 spread them on now offers in the face Of the broad sun which ripen'd them , may seem Good to thee , inasmuch as they have not Suffer'd in limb or life ...
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... sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . To D-- In thee , I fondly hop'd to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my breast for ever . True , she has forc'd thee ...
... sweet , Since worth of rank supplies the place . To D-- In thee , I fondly hop'd to clasp A friend , whom death alone could sever ; Till envy , with malignant grasp , Detach'd thee from my breast for ever . True , she has forc'd thee ...
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Page 241 - The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Page 264 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, "With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 263 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 211 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 245 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Page 2 - Souls who dare use their immortality — Souls who dare look the Omnipotent tyrant in His everlasting face, and tell him that His evil is not good!
Page 128 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale!" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 293 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, 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 263 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
Page 244 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!