The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Also a Sketch of His LifeJ. B. Lippincott & Company, 1856 - 764 páginas |
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... look on thee ; I have look'd on thee Full of that thought , and from that moment ne'er Thy waters could I dream of , name , or see , Without the inseparable sigh for her . " Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream ; Yes , they will ...
... look on thee ; I have look'd on thee Full of that thought , and from that moment ne'er Thy waters could I dream of , name , or see , Without the inseparable sigh for her . " Her bright eyes will be imaged in thy stream ; Yes , they will ...
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... look at it . ' Ah ! gentle , fleeting , wavering sprite , Friend and associate of this clay ! To what unknown region borne , Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight ? No more with wonted humour gay , But pallid , cheerless , and forlorn ...
... look at it . ' Ah ! gentle , fleeting , wavering sprite , Friend and associate of this clay ! To what unknown region borne , Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight ? No more with wonted humour gay , But pallid , cheerless , and forlorn ...
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... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What exile from himself can flee ? To zones , though ... Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the hands with female slaughter red ; Then to the dogs résign the ...
... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What exile from himself can flee ? To zones , though ... Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the hands with female slaughter red ; Then to the dogs résign the ...
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... Look on this spoi - a nation's sepulchre ! Abode of gods , whose shrines no longer burn . Even gods must yield - religions take their turn : " T was Jove's - ' tis Mahomet's — and other creeds Will rise with other years , till man shall ...
... Look on this spoi - a nation's sepulchre ! Abode of gods , whose shrines no longer burn . Even gods must yield - religions take their turn : " T was Jove's - ' tis Mahomet's — and other creeds Will rise with other years , till man shall ...
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... Look through thine own , nor curb the lust of war , Nor learn that tempted fate will leave the loftiest star . XXXIX . Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom ...
... Look through thine own , nor curb the lust of war , Nor learn that tempted fate will leave the loftiest star . XXXIX . Yet well thy soul hath brook'd the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom ...
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Página 84 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 59 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 147 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 65 - 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.
Página 59 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 66 - 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!
Página 84 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing 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.
Página 211 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 65 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the Starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 76 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, 'Here was, or is', where all is doubly night?