The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... rise . This last - named book , always a popular hit , became increasingly embarrassing to Byron as his acquaintance with the leaders in literary and other circles expanded ; and in March 1812 he burned the then forthcoming new edition ...
... rise . This last - named book , always a popular hit , became increasingly embarrassing to Byron as his acquaintance with the leaders in literary and other circles expanded ; and in March 1812 he burned the then forthcoming new edition ...
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... rise ! To him let Camoëns , Milton , Tasso yield , Whose annual strains , like armies , take the field . First in the ranks see Joan of Arc advance , The scourge of England , and the boast of France ! Though burnt by wicked Bedford for ...
... rise ! To him let Camoëns , Milton , Tasso yield , Whose annual strains , like armies , take the field . First in the ranks see Joan of Arc advance , The scourge of England , and the boast of France ! Though burnt by wicked Bedford for ...
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... rise , Still Skeffington and Goose divide the prize . And sure great Skeffington must claim our praise , For skirtless coats and skeletons of plays Renowned alike ; whose genius ne'er confines Her flight to garnish Greenwood's gay ...
... rise , Still Skeffington and Goose divide the prize . And sure great Skeffington must claim our praise , For skirtless coats and skeletons of plays Renowned alike ; whose genius ne'er confines Her flight to garnish Greenwood's gay ...
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... rise at last , Recall the pleasing memory of the past ; Arise ! let blest remembrance still inspire , And strike to wonted tones thy hallow'd lyre ; Restore Apollo to his vacant throne , Assert thy country's honour and thine own . What ...
... rise at last , Recall the pleasing memory of the past ; Arise ! let blest remembrance still inspire , And strike to wonted tones thy hallow'd lyre ; Restore Apollo to his vacant throne , Assert thy country's honour and thine own . What ...
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... rise , And other victors fill the applauding skies ; A few brief generations fleet along , * The neglect of the Botanic Garden is some proof of returning taste . + Messrs Lambe and Lloyd , the most ignoble followers of Southey and Co ...
... rise , And other victors fill the applauding skies ; A few brief generations fleet along , * The neglect of the Botanic Garden is some proof of returning taste . + Messrs Lambe and Lloyd , the most ignoble followers of Southey and Co ...
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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.