The poetical works of lord Byron, with illustr. by K. Halswelle |
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... late the last to shun - the first to mend- To count the hours that struggle to thine end , With not a friend to animate , and tell To other ears that death became thee well ; Around thee foes to forge the ready lie , And blot life's ...
... late the last to shun - the first to mend- To count the hours that struggle to thine end , With not a friend to animate , and tell To other ears that death became thee well ; Around thee foes to forge the ready lie , And blot life's ...
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... late had bent her leaning head Above some object of her doubt or dread . They meet - upon her brow - unknown - forgot- Her hurrying hand had left - ' twas but a spot- Its hue was all he saw , and scarce withstood- Oh ! slight but ...
... late had bent her leaning head Above some object of her doubt or dread . They meet - upon her brow - unknown - forgot- Her hurrying hand had left - ' twas but a spot- Its hue was all he saw , and scarce withstood- Oh ! slight but ...
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... late to shed or dry . She knelt beside him and his hand she press'd , " Thou may'st forgive though Allah's self detest ; But for that deed of darkness what wert thou ? Reproach me - but not yet - O ! spare me now ! I am not what I seem ...
... late to shed or dry . She knelt beside him and his hand she press'd , " Thou may'st forgive though Allah's self detest ; But for that deed of darkness what wert thou ? Reproach me - but not yet - O ! spare me now ! I am not what I seem ...
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... late- So soft in love - so wildly nerved in hate ; He clasp'd that hand - it trembled - and his own Had lost its firmness , and his voice its tone . " Gulnare ! " - but she replied not- " dear Gulnare ! " She raised her eye - her only ...
... late- So soft in love - so wildly nerved in hate ; He clasp'd that hand - it trembled - and his own Had lost its firmness , and his voice its tone . " Gulnare ! " - but she replied not- " dear Gulnare ! " She raised her eye - her only ...
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... late the sport of every summer wind , Escaped the baffled wreath that strove to bind ; These - and the pale pure cheek , became the bier- But she is nothing - wherefore is he here ? XXI . He ask'd no question - all were answer'd now By ...
... late the sport of every summer wind , Escaped the baffled wreath that strove to bind ; These - and the pale pure cheek , became the bier- But she is nothing - wherefore is he here ? XXI . He ask'd no question - all were answer'd now By ...
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219 ページ - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
565 ページ - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou, Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
452 ページ - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
309 ページ - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. 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.
641 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. The...
172 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.
643 ページ - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.
221 ページ - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
74 ページ - Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft is ever won. Bear witness, Greece, thy living page, Attest it many a deathless age ! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb, A mightier monument command, The mountains of their native land...
299 ページ - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.