Poetry of Byron, chosen by M. Arnold |
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... gaze upon my face , Yet met with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair . Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake ; Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ! My foolish ...
... gaze upon my face , Yet met with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair . Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake ; Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ! My foolish ...
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... gaze upon the sky ; For then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the Ægean wave , " Now Thyrza gazes on that moon— Alas , it gleam'd upon her grave ...
... gaze upon the sky ; For then I deem'd the heavenly light Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye : And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon , When sailing o'er the Ægean wave , " Now Thyrza gazes on that moon— Alas , it gleam'd upon her grave ...
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... gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead can be , It feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful ...
... gaze ! How tinged by time with sorrow's hue ! The heart that gave itself with thee Is silent - ah , were mine as still ! Though cold as e'en the dead can be , It feels , it sickens with the chill . Thou bitter pledge ! thou mournful ...
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... gaze upon the spot ; There flowers or weeds at will may grow , So I behold them not : It is enough for me to prove That what I loved , and long must love , Like common earth can rot ; To me there needs no stone to tell , ' Tis Nothing ...
... gaze upon the spot ; There flowers or weeds at will may grow , So I behold them not : It is enough for me to prove That what I loved , and long must love , Like common earth can rot ; To me there needs no stone to tell , ' Tis Nothing ...
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... gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou nor I can feel again . Yet how much less it were to gain , Though thou hast left me free , The ...
... gaze , how fondly ! on thy face , To fold thee in a faint embrace , Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love , however vain , Nor thou nor I can feel again . Yet how much less it were to gain , Though thou hast left me free , The ...
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Adah ASTARTE bear beautiful behold beneath blood blue breast breath bride BRIDE OF ABYDOS brow Byron Cain Canto Cast crowns cheek CHILDE HAROLD clime clouds cold Crown 8vo dare dark dead death deep DON JUAN dread earth Edition F. T. PALGRAVE fcap fear feel foam foes gaze gentle Giaour glory Goethe grave hand hath heart heaven heaving hour immortal isle knew land Leopardi light limbs live lone look look'd Lucifer MANFRED MATTHEW ARNOLD moonlight play mortal mountains ne'er never night o'er PARISINA pass'd Poems poet poetic poetry roll'd rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd seen shore sigh slave smile soul spirit Stanzas star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne turn'd twas Twere voice waters wave weep wild wind Wordsworth youth
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59 ページ - 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.
50 ページ - 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.
xxviii ページ - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
98 ページ - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
60 ページ - 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?
88 ページ - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
44 ページ - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
xxiv ページ - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
32 ページ - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
98 ページ - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.