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Page 28
And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each
other's face ; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and
their mountain-torch : A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set
...
And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each
other's face ; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and
their mountain-torch : A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set
...
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By thy cold breast and serpent smile, • By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile, By that
most seeming virtuous eye, By thy shut soul's hypocrisy ; By the perfection of
thine art Which pass'd for human thine own heart ; By thy delight in others' pain,
And ...
By thy cold breast and serpent smile, • By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile, By that
most seeming virtuous eye, By thy shut soul's hypocrisy ; By the perfection of
thine art Which pass'd for human thine own heart ; By thy delight in others' pain,
And ...
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From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd
upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The
aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my
powers, ...
From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd
upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The
aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my
powers, ...
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The dazzling lightnings till my eyes grew dim ; Or to look, list'ning, on the scatter'd
leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my
pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be
so, ...
The dazzling lightnings till my eyes grew dim ; Or to look, list'ning, on the scatter'd
leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my
pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be
so, ...
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I like the women too (forgive my folly), From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy
bronze, And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a
thousand things at once, To the high dama's brow, more melancholy, But clear,
and with a ...
I like the women too (forgive my folly), From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy
bronze, And large black eyes that flash on you a volley Of rays that say a
thousand things at once, To the high dama's brow, more melancholy, But clear,
and with a ...
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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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