The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3J. Murray, 1873 |
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... Beauty 303 The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept 304 If that high World 304 The wild Gazelle • Oh ! weep for those 305 306 On Jordan's Banks Jephtha's Daughter . Oh ! snatch'd away in Beauty's Bloom My Soul is dark 306 307 308 308 I saw ...
... Beauty 303 The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept 304 If that high World 304 The wild Gazelle • Oh ! weep for those 305 306 On Jordan's Banks Jephtha's Daughter . Oh ! snatch'd away in Beauty's Bloom My Soul is dark 306 307 308 308 I saw ...
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... beauty , have her life redeem'd . Oh ! could that King of Terrors pity feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate , Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ...
... beauty , have her life redeem'd . Oh ! could that King of Terrors pity feel , Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate , Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ...
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... beauty charm the spectre from his prey ; Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight , Thy comrade's honour and thy friend's delight . " If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie , Here wilt ...
... beauty charm the spectre from his prey ; Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight , Thy comrade's honour and thy friend's delight . " If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie , Here wilt ...
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... beauty , Believe me , only does his duty : Ah ! fly not from the candid youth It is not flattery , - ' tis truth . VOL . I. July , 1804 . с ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.13 [ ANIMULA ! HOURS OF IDLENESS . 17 17.
... beauty , Believe me , only does his duty : Ah ! fly not from the candid youth It is not flattery , - ' tis truth . VOL . I. July , 1804 . с ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.13 [ ANIMULA ! HOURS OF IDLENESS . 17 17.
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... beauty by thy side , Thou sat'st , while reverend Ocean smiled , And mirthful strains the hours beguiled ; The Nymphs and Tritons danced around , Nor yet thy doom was fix'd , nor Jove relentless frown'd . HARROW , Dec. 1 , 1804 . TO ...
... beauty by thy side , Thou sat'st , while reverend Ocean smiled , And mirthful strains the hours beguiled ; The Nymphs and Tritons danced around , Nor yet thy doom was fix'd , nor Jove relentless frown'd . HARROW , Dec. 1 , 1804 . TO ...
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Allan's Alva's ANACREON bard beam beauty behold beneath blest bosom breast breath brow Calmar Capel Lofft CATULLUS dare dark dead dear death deeds dream E'en earth Edinburgh Review falchion fame fate fear feel fire flame foes fond forget friendship genius gentle glory glow grave hath hear heart heaven heroes honour hope hour Iulus Jeffrey kiss Lady Latian leave line 12 live Lord Byron love's last adieu lyre muse ne'er never Newstead Newstead Abbey night Nisus numbers o'er once Orla Oscar Pallas pibroch poem poet poetry praise pride R. B. SHERIDAN remembrance rhyme rise satire scene shade sighs sire sleep smile song soothe soul Southey spirit stanzas strain sweet tears thee thine thou thought throng trembling truth twill verse Vex'd voice Walter Scott Waltz wave weep wing young youth
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Page 327 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 358 - As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 358 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape...
Page 314 - In that same hour and hall, the fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, and wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — a solitary hand Along the letters ran, and traced them like a wand.
Page 358 - Which colour'd all his objects: he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Page 359 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour— a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced...
Page 359 - With a convulsion— then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears...
Page 328 - Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not; Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth, Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which paineth Is — that we no more may meet.
Page 175 - 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...
Page 335 - My sister ! my sweet sister ! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine ; Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim No tears, but tenderness to answer mine : Go where I will, to me thou art the same — A loved regret which I would not resign. There yet are two things in my destiny, — A world to roam through, and a home with thee.