The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... fears , More darkly sin , by satire kept in awe , And shrink from ridicule , though not from law . Such is the force ... Fear not to lie , ' twill seem a lucky hit ; Shrink not from blasphemy , ' twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling ...
... fears , More darkly sin , by satire kept in awe , And shrink from ridicule , though not from law . Such is the force ... Fear not to lie , ' twill seem a lucky hit ; Shrink not from blasphemy , ' twill pass for wit ; Care not for feeling ...
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... fear ; This thing of rhyme , I ne'er disdain'd to own- Though not obtrusive , yet not quite unknown : My voice was ... fears , literary or personal ; those who do not , may one day be convinced . Since the publication of this thing , my ...
... fear ; This thing of rhyme , I ne'er disdain'd to own- Though not obtrusive , yet not quite unknown : My voice was ... fears , literary or personal ; those who do not , may one day be convinced . Since the publication of this thing , my ...
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... fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be , although very poetical personages and true knights , " sans peur , ' though not " sans reproche . " If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a ...
... fear that Sir Tristrem and Sir Lancelot were no better than they should be , although very poetical personages and true knights , " sans peur , ' though not " sans reproche . " If the story of the institution of the " Garter " be not a ...
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... fear , And doom'd him to the zealot's ready hell , Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well . CVIII . Yet , peace be with their ashes , -- for by them , If merited , the penalty is paid ; It is not ours to judge , far less condemn ...
... fear , And doom'd him to the zealot's ready hell , Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well . CVIII . Yet , peace be with their ashes , -- for by them , If merited , the penalty is paid ; It is not ours to judge , far less condemn ...
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... 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 . CLXXXV . My task is done - iny song hath ceased - my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The ...
... 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 . CLXXXV . My task is done - iny song hath ceased - my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The ...
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38 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 thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
134 ページ - 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.
38 ページ - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar!
555 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.
555 ページ - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
403 ページ - 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
64 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...
64 ページ - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
64 ページ - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
403 ページ - Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush - for Greece a tear.