The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1880 |
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... walls of Pallas ' fane , * I mark'd the beauties of the land and main , Alone , and friendless , on the magic shore , Whose arts and arms but live in poet's lore ; Oft as the matchless dome I turn'd to scan , Sacred to gods , but not ...
... walls of Pallas ' fane , * I mark'd the beauties of the land and main , Alone , and friendless , on the magic shore , Whose arts and arms but live in poet's lore ; Oft as the matchless dome I turn'd to scan , Sacred to gods , but not ...
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... walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic : with his trembling mate He lurks , nor cast his heavy eye afar , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
... walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic : with his trembling mate He lurks , nor cast his heavy eye afar , Lest he should view his vineyard desolate , Blasted below the dun hot breath of war . No more beneath soft Eve's consenting star ...
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... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the ...
... walls of white ; Though not to one dome circumscribeth she Her worship , but , devoted to her rite , A thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the ...
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... walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his foe : Here , there , he points his threatening front , to suit His first attack , wide ...
... walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his foe : Here , there , he points his threatening front , to suit His first attack , wide ...
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... walls have stood ? When all were changing , thou alone wert true , First to be free , and last to be subdued . And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye , A traitor only fell beneath the ...
... walls have stood ? When all were changing , thou alone wert true , First to be free , and last to be subdued . And if amidst a scene , a shock so rude , Some native blood was seen thy streets to dye , A traitor only fell beneath 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.