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... weep two or three times . It may be that he was maudlin ; but this only renders it more impressive , for who would see From Marlborough's eyes the tears of dotage flow , And Swift expire a driveller and a show ? " Once I saw him cry at ...
... weep two or three times . It may be that he was maudlin ; but this only renders it more impressive , for who would see From Marlborough's eyes the tears of dotage flow , And Swift expire a driveller and a show ? " Once I saw him cry at ...
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... weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? * But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " " Let winds be shrill ...
... weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? * But dash the tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along . " " Let winds be shrill ...
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... Weeping themselves away , till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues . Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , - ' tis to be forgiven , That ...
... Weeping themselves away , till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues . Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , - ' tis to be forgiven , That ...
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... weeps not , now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes , but for these and these alone ...
... weeps not , now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes , but for these and these alone ...
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... weep ; But could not , for my burning brow Throbb'd to the very brain as now : I wish'd but for a single tear , As something welcome , new , and dear : I wish'd it then , I wish it still ; Despair is stronger than my will . Waste not ...
... weep ; But could not , for my burning brow Throbb'd to the very brain as now : I wish'd but for a single tear , As something welcome , new , and dear : I wish'd it then , I wish it still ; Despair is stronger than my will . Waste not ...
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Selections from the Writings of Lord Byron, by a Clergyman [W. Elwin] George Gordon N Byron (6th Baron ) Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
Anah Armenia Auld Lang Syne beauty beneath blue breast breath brow calm CHARLES SKINNER CHILDE HAROLD.-Canto CORSAIR dark dash dead death deep desolate DON JUAN dream earth Edinburgh Review fame father fear feel foam foes friends gaze gentle GIAOUR glory grave Harrow hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour knew LADY BYRON letter living lone look look'd Lord Byron Madame de Stael mind Moore mountains Murray ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night o'er once pass'd passion poem poet poetical poetry PRISONER OF CHILLON Ravenna recollect round sail Samian wine scarce scene seem'd Sheridan shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh smile soul spirit stars steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand turn'd twas Venice voice walls waters waves weep wild wind wings words
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Página 11 - 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...
Página 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 21 - 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 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Página 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, 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...
Página 45 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Página 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.