Select Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: In Two Volumes, Volume 2John Murray, 1823 - English poetry |
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In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. That father perish'd at the stake For tenets he would not forsake ; And for the same his lineal race In darkness found a dwelling - place ; We were seven - who now are one , Six in youth ...
In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. That father perish'd at the stake For tenets he would not forsake ; And for the same his lineal race In darkness found a dwelling - place ; We were seven - who now are one , Six in youth ...
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In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. I might have spared my idle prayer- They coldly laugh'd - and laid him there : The flat and turfless earth above 160 The being we so much did love ; His empty chain above it leant , Such ...
In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. I might have spared my idle prayer- They coldly laugh'd - and laid him there : The flat and turfless earth above 160 The being we so much did love ; His empty chain above it leant , Such ...
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In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. For I was sunk in silence - lost 200 In this last loss , of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness , More slowly drawn , grew less and less : I ...
In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. For I was sunk in silence - lost 200 In this last loss , of all the most ; And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's feebleness , More slowly drawn , grew less and less : I ...
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In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. I had not strength to stir , or strive , But felt that I was still alive- A frantic feeling , when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so . I know not why I could not die , I had no ...
In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. I had not strength to stir , or strive , But felt that I was still alive- A frantic feeling , when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so . I know not why I could not die , I had no ...
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In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. But vacancy absorbing space , And fixedness - without a place ; There were no stars - no earth - no time- No check - no change - no good - no crime- But silence , and a stirless breath ...
In Two Volumes George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. But vacancy absorbing space , And fixedness - without a place ; There were no stars - no earth - no time- No check - no change - no good - no crime- But silence , and a stirless breath ...
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Page 2 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 12 - 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 46 - 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 16 - 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 4 - 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 4 - 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 16 - ... 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 47 - 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 21 - 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 15 - 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...