Selections from the Poetry of Lord ByronH. Holt, 1900 - 412 pages |
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... bright creation so , Nor its fair promise from the surface mow With the sharp scythe of conflict , —then to see Thy valley of sweet waters , were to know Earth paved like Heaven ; and to seem such to me , Even now what wants thy stream ...
... bright creation so , Nor its fair promise from the surface mow With the sharp scythe of conflict , —then to see Thy valley of sweet waters , were to know Earth paved like Heaven ; and to seem such to me , Even now what wants thy stream ...
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... bright repose ; For he was Freedom's champion , one of those , The few in number , who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons ; he had kept The whiteness of his soul , and thus men o'er ...
... bright repose ; For he was Freedom's champion , one of those , The few in number , who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as wield her weapons ; he had kept The whiteness of his soul , and thus men o'er ...
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... bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state , And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery , and ...
... bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great , Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state , And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery , and ...
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... far away Of busy cities , now in vain display'd , For they can lure no further ; and the ray Of a bright sun can make sufficient holiday , XXXIII . Developing the mountains , leaves , and flowers 102 SELECTIONS FROM BYRON.
... far away Of busy cities , now in vain display'd , For they can lure no further ; and the ray Of a bright sun can make sufficient holiday , XXXIII . Developing the mountains , leaves , and flowers 102 SELECTIONS FROM BYRON.
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... bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the prow , and saw all these unite In ruin , even as he had seen the desolate ...
... bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the prow , and saw all these unite In ruin , even as he had seen the desolate ...
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Abbot Æschylus Alps Astarte Athens beauty behold beneath blood breast breath brow Byron Byron's note Cain canto Capitoline hill Childe Harold Chillon clouds Countess Guiccioli dark death deep Don Juan doth dread dream earth edition eternal eyes fair fame Faust feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hath heart heaven Hell hour human immortal Jungfrau lake land lines living Lord Lord Byron Lucifer lyric Manfred Manfred's Mazeppa mind mortal mountains nature ne'er never night o'er ocean pass'd passage passion Pausanias perhaps poem poet poet's poetic poetry Prisoner of Chillon rhyme rock sail Samian wine scene seem'd Shelley Shipwreck shore Siege of Corinth smile song soul spirit stanzas star story suggested sweet tears thee thine things thought Twas Venice verse waters wave wild wind Witch woes words Wordsworth written youth ΙΟ
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Page 153 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 303 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Page 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Page 263 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Page 264 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Page 296 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Page 291 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...