PoemsLee and Shepard, 1872 |
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... foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( Ah ! little did I think the dart Would rankle ...
... foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his shoulders flung , And thence his fatal quiver hung ( Ah ! little did I think the dart Would rankle ...
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... foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning , With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage . But now tears and curses , alike unavailing , Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight ; Could they view us our sad ...
... foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning , With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage . But now tears and curses , alike unavailing , Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight ; Could they view us our sad ...
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... foes his deadly vengeance fell . From high Southannon's distant tower Arrived a young and noble dame ; With Kenneth's lands to form her dower , Glenalvon's blue - eyed daughter came ; And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride , And Angus on ...
... foes his deadly vengeance fell . From high Southannon's distant tower Arrived a young and noble dame ; With Kenneth's lands to form her dower , Glenalvon's blue - eyed daughter came ; And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride , And Angus on ...
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... foes my captive corse ; Or , if my destiny these last deny , If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie , Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb , To mark thy love , and signalize my doom . Why should thy doting wretched mother weep Her ...
... foes my captive corse ; Or , if my destiny these last deny , If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie , Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb , To mark thy love , and signalize my doom . Why should thy doting wretched mother weep Her ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Where yonder beacons half expiring beam , Our slumbering foes of future conquest dreamn , Nor heed that we a secret path have traced , Between the ocean and the portal placed . Beneath the covert of the ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Where yonder beacons half expiring beam , Our slumbering foes of future conquest dreamn , Nor heed that we a secret path have traced , Between the ocean and the portal placed . Beneath the covert of the ...
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Página 579 - 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 554 - 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 Blushed 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 616 - 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 532 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 554 - 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! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
Página 617 - 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 670 - And where are they, and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 302 - 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.
Página 567 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Página 532 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...