The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, by Thomas Moore, Esq, Volume 9J. Murray, 1832 - Poets, English |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 32
Page v
... banish 99 Page $ 4 4 6 8 9 · 10 10 care To Thyrza 11 13 Stanzas [ " Away , away , " & c . ] 16 Stanzas [ " One struggle more , " & c . ] Euthanasia 17 Stanzas [ " And thou art dead , " & c . ] 223 21 20 Stanzas [ " If sometimes , " & c .
... banish 99 Page $ 4 4 6 8 9 · 10 10 care To Thyrza 11 13 Stanzas [ " Away , away , " & c . ] 16 Stanzas [ " One struggle more , " & c . ] Euthanasia 17 Stanzas [ " And thou art dead , " & c . ] 223 21 20 Stanzas [ " If sometimes , " & c .
Page 16
... 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 , bearing 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 , bearing the ...
Page 19
... dead can be , It feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ! Still , still , preserve that love unbroken , Or break the heart to which thou ' rt press'd ! Time ...
... dead can be , It feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful token ! Though painful , welcome to my breast ! Still , still , preserve that love unbroken , Or break the heart to which thou ' rt press'd ! Time ...
Page 20
... dead , Oblivion ! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed ! No band of friends or heirs be there , To weep , or wish , the coming blow : No maiden , with dishevell'd hair , To feel , or feign , decorous woe . But silent let ...
... dead , Oblivion ! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed ! No band of friends or heirs be there , To weep , or wish , the coming blow : No maiden , with dishevell'd hair , To feel , or feign , decorous woe . But silent let ...
Page 21
... DEAD , " & c . ] 66 Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare , Too soon return'd to Earth ! Though Earth ...
... DEAD , " & c . ] 66 Heu , quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse ! " AND thou art dead , as young and fair As aught of mortal birth ; And form so soft , and charms so rare , Too soon return'd to Earth ! Though Earth ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
antè arms Athens bard bear beauty Behold beneath blood bosom breast bride Bride of Abydos brow canto cheek Childe Harold Conrad Corsair couplet dare dark dear death deeds dread earth fair fate fear feel foes friends gaze GEORGE ELLIS Giaffir Giaour glance Greek grief Gulnare hand hate hath hear heart heaven heroic couplet hope hour live lonely Lord Byron MOORE ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Pallas Parthenon pass'd poem poet quæ quid rhyme Romaic scarce scene seem'd Selim shore slave smile song soothe soul tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought Turkish Twas verse voice Waltz wave wild words Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
Popular passages
Page 205 - 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 150 - 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 206 - 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 262 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 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! Whom slumber...
Page 177 - 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 163 - 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 270 - 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 - Such was Zuleika — such around her shone The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonized the whole, And, oh ! that eye was in itself a Soul...
Page 307 - 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 hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.