Poetry of ByronMacmillan and Company, 1881 - 276 ページ |
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... cheek belie my heart , Return'd the freezing glance she gave , Yet felt the while that woman's slave ; — Have kiss'd , as if without design , The babe which ought to have been mine , And show'd , alas ! in each caress , Time had not ...
... cheek belie my heart , Return'd the freezing glance she gave , Yet felt the while that woman's slave ; — Have kiss'd , as if without design , The babe which ought to have been mine , And show'd , alas ! in each caress , Time had not ...
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... cheeks ' blooming tinge ; By those wild eyes like the roe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ἀγαπῶ . By that lip I long to taste ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's ...
... cheeks ' blooming tinge ; By those wild eyes like the roe , Ζώη μοῦ , σάς ἀγαπῶ . By that lip I long to taste ; By that zone - encircled waist ; By all the token - flowers that tell What words can never speak so well ; By love's ...
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... and tears , Half broken - hearted To sever for years , Pale grew thy cheek and cold , Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- 22 POETRY OF BYRON . "When We Two Parted"
... and tears , Half broken - hearted To sever for years , Pale grew thy cheek and cold , Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this . The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- 22 POETRY OF BYRON . "When We Two Parted"
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... cheek the blush alone , which fades so fast , But the tender bloom of heart is gone , ere youth itself be past . Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The ...
... cheek the blush alone , which fades so fast , But the tender bloom of heart is gone , ere youth itself be past . Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The ...
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... cheek to smiles , -nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them , but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts , and still could , Had I not ...
... cheek to smiles , -nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them , but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts , and still could , Had I not ...
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95 ページ - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
65 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.
44 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 deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
93 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
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.
94 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 I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
104 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.
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.
253 ページ - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!