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I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and
the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and
the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air ; Morn came, and ...
I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and
the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and
the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air ; Morn came, and ...
Page 35
THE DREAM. I. OUR life is twofold ; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary
between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath,
And ...
THE DREAM. I. OUR life is twofold ; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary
between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath,
And ...
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Boy was sprung to manhood: in
the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, . ., And his Soul drank their
sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like
...
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Boy was sprung to manhood: in
the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, . ., And his Soul drank their
sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like
...
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V. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Lady of his love was wed with
One Who did not love her better ; — in her home, A thousand leagues from his, —
her native home, She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy, 130 Daughters and ...
V. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The Lady of his love was wed with
One Who did not love her better ; — in her home, A thousand leagues from his, —
her native home, She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy, 130 Daughters and ...
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A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The lady of his love ; — Oh ! she was
changed As by the sickness of the soul ; her mind Had wandered from its
dwelling, and her eyes 170 They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is
not of ...
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The lady of his love ; — Oh ! she was
changed As by the sickness of the soul ; her mind Had wandered from its
dwelling, and her eyes 170 They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is
not of ...
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Page 10 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
Page 44 - 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. 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 withered and strown.
Page 14 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think. I know not if it late were free, Or broke its cage to perch on mine, But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!
Page 2 - But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
Page 2 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 14 - ... roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Page 45 - 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 withered and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Page 19 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched them in their sullen trade; Had seen the mice by moonlight play — And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill; yet, strange to tell! In quiet we had learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
Page 13 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard...
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| Title | Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, Volume 2 Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Author | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Publisher | John Murray, 1823 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 22 Nov 2006 |
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