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... Satraps throng'd the hall ; A thousand bright lamps shone O'er that high festival . A thousand cups of gold , -- In Judah deem'd divine Jehovah's vessels hold The godless Heathen's wine ! In that same hour and hall , The fingers of a ...
... Satraps throng'd the hall ; A thousand bright lamps shone O'er that high festival . A thousand cups of gold , -- In Judah deem'd divine Jehovah's vessels hold The godless Heathen's wine ! In that same hour and hall , The fingers of a ...
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... satraps who provide no bet- ter ? Sal . And somewhat in the monarch who ne'er looks Beyond his palace walls , or if he stirs Beyond them , ' t is but to some mountain palace , Till summer heats wear down . O glorious Baal ! Who built up ...
... satraps who provide no bet- ter ? Sal . And somewhat in the monarch who ne'er looks Beyond his palace walls , or if he stirs Beyond them , ' t is but to some mountain palace , Till summer heats wear down . O glorious Baal ! Who built up ...
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... satraps uncontroll'd , the gods unwor- shipp'd , 630 And all things in the anarchy of sloth , Till all , save evil , slumber'd through the realm ! And wilt thou not now tarry for a day , A day which may redeem thee ? Wilt thou not Yield ...
... satraps uncontroll'd , the gods unwor- shipp'd , 630 And all things in the anarchy of sloth , Till all , save evil , slumber'd through the realm ! And wilt thou not now tarry for a day , A day which may redeem thee ? Wilt thou not Yield ...
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... Satraps ! The king commands your Methought the. Sar . To - morrow thou wilt smile at these vain fancies . 669 Myr . If the worst come , I shall be where none weep , And that is better than the power to smile . And thou ? Sar . I shall be ...
... Satraps ! The king commands your Methought the. Sar . To - morrow thou wilt smile at these vain fancies . 669 Myr . If the worst come , I shall be where none weep , And that is better than the power to smile . And thou ? Sar . I shall be ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Paul Elmer More. Bal . Satraps ! The king commands your Methought the haughty soldier fear'd to presence at We have the privilege to approach the My sword ! That were heroic or to win or fall ; But to ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Paul Elmer More. Bal . Satraps ! The king commands your Methought the haughty soldier fear'd to presence at We have the privilege to approach the My sword ! That were heroic or to win or fall ; But to ...
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81 ページ - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
82 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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.
39 ページ - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come ! " XXVI. And wild and high the
38 ページ - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
38 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
229 ページ - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
311 ページ - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
813 ページ - Were still at least our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore: And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
812 ページ - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
404 ページ - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth? — he died. I saw, and could not hold his head...