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Titan ! to thee the strife was given Between the suffering and the will, Which
torture where they cannot kill ; And the inexorable Heaven, And the deaf tyranny
of Fate, The ruling principle of Hate, Which for its pleasure doth create The things
it ...
Titan ! to thee the strife was given Between the suffering and the will, Which
torture where they cannot kill ; And the inexorable Heaven, And the deaf tyranny
of Fate, The ruling principle of Hate, Which for its pleasure doth create The things
it ...
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... some of mere weariness — Some of disease — and some insanity — And
some of wither'd, or of broken hearts ; For this last is a malady which slays More
than are number'd in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes, and bearing many
names.
... some of mere weariness — Some of disease — and some insanity — And
some of wither'd, or of broken hearts ; For this last is a malady which slays More
than are number'd in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes, and bearing many
names.
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Jf o power in ~death can tear our names apart. As none in life could rend thee
from my heart. Yes, Leonora ! it shall be our fate, To be entwined for ever — but
too late ! THE LAMENT OF TASSO. i. LONG years! — It tries LAMENT OF TASSO.
Jf o power in ~death can tear our names apart. As none in life could rend thee
from my heart. Yes, Leonora ! it shall be our fate, To be entwined for ever — but
too late ! THE LAMENT OF TASSO. i. LONG years! — It tries LAMENT OF TASSO.
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V. The Desolator desolate 1 The Victor overthrown The Arbiter of others' fate A
Suppliant for his own Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can
calmly cope Or dread of death alone 7 To die a prince—or live a slave— Thy
choice is ...
V. The Desolator desolate 1 The Victor overthrown The Arbiter of others' fate A
Suppliant for his own Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can
calmly cope Or dread of death alone 7 To die a prince—or live a slave— Thy
choice is ...
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Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ;
Repose denies her requiem to his name, And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel — accuser — judge —
and ...
Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ;
Repose denies her requiem to his name, And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
The secret enemy whose sleepless eye Stands sentinel — accuser — judge —
and ...
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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.
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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.
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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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