The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 3J. Murray, 1873 |
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... raise his fair locks ; " then to " spread them on the arch of the rainbow ; " and " to smile through the tears of the storm . " Of this kind of thing there are no less than nine pages ; and we can so far venture an opinion in their ...
... raise his fair locks ; " then to " spread them on the arch of the rainbow ; " and " to smile through the tears of the storm . " Of this kind of thing there are no less than nine pages ; and we can so far venture an opinion in their ...
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... raised no expectation of even the dawning power which was displayed in the two first Cantos of the Pilgrimage . Many buds of better promise have never blown . But the unpretending volume of a school - boy - clever for the age at which ...
... raised no expectation of even the dawning power which was displayed in the two first Cantos of the Pilgrimage . Many buds of better promise have never blown . But the unpretending volume of a school - boy - clever for the age at which ...
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... Raise a flame in the breast for the war - laurell'd wreath ; Near Askalon's towers , John of Horistans slumbers , Unnerved is the hand of his minstrel by death . Paul and Hubert , too , sleep in the valley of Cressy ; 9 For the safety ...
... Raise a flame in the breast for the war - laurell'd wreath ; Near Askalon's towers , John of Horistans slumbers , Unnerved is the hand of his minstrel by death . Paul and Hubert , too , sleep in the valley of Cressy ; 9 For the safety ...
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... raises : Then he who tells thee of thy 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 ...
... raises : Then he who tells thee of thy 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 ...
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... raise again ; Alcides and his glorious deeds , Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds . All , all in vain ; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu , ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other ...
... raise again ; Alcides and his glorious deeds , Beneath whose arm the Hydra bleeds . All , all in vain ; my wayward lyre Wakes silver notes of soft desire . Adieu , ye chiefs renown'd in arms ! Adieu the clang of war's alarms ! To other ...
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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.