The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 576 pages |
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... lips , " 10 11 » 12 13 13 14 15 Caroline- " Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes , " 15 " When I hear you express an affection , " - " Oh ! when shall the grave , " " 9 16 17 18 a Lady , with Camoen's Poems- This votive pledge , ' 17 ...
... lips , " 10 11 » 12 13 13 14 15 Caroline- " Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes , " 15 " When I hear you express an affection , " - " Oh ! when shall the grave , " " 9 16 17 18 a Lady , with Camoen's Poems- This votive pledge , ' 17 ...
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... lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss : Nor then my soul should sated be : Still would I kiss and cling to thee : Nought should my kiss from thine dissever Still would we kiss , and kiss for ever : E'en though the numbers did ...
... lips in bliss , And dwell an age on every kiss : Nor then my soul should sated be : Still would I kiss and cling to thee : Nought should my kiss from thine dissever Still would we kiss , and kiss for ever : E'en though the numbers did ...
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... lips , for which I'd brave ; More than I here shall dare to tell ; Thy innocence and mine to save- I bid thee now a last farewell . Yes ! yield that breast , to seek despair , And hope no more thy soft embrace : Which to obtain my soul ...
... lips , for which I'd brave ; More than I here shall dare to tell ; Thy innocence and mine to save- I bid thee now a last farewell . Yes ! yield that breast , to seek despair , And hope no more thy soft embrace : Which to obtain my soul ...
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... lips were join'd to mine , The tears that from my eyelids flow'd , Were lost in those which fell from thine . Thou ... lip would the soul of suspicion disarm , And your eye beams a ray which can never deceive . Yet , still this fond ...
... lips were join'd to mine , The tears that from my eyelids flow'd , Were lost in those which fell from thine . Thou ... lip would the soul of suspicion disarm , And your eye beams a ray which can never deceive . Yet , still this fond ...
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... lips flow no curses , I blast not the fiends who have hurled me from bliss ; For poor is the soul which bewailing rehearses Its querulous grief , when in anguish like this . Was my eye , ' stead of tears , with red fury flakes bright ...
... lips flow no curses , I blast not the fiends who have hurled me from bliss ; For poor is the soul which bewailing rehearses Its querulous grief , when in anguish like this . Was my eye , ' stead of tears , with red fury flakes bright ...
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Page 239 - 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.
Page 249 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 414 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 541 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
Page 293 - It seem'd like me to want a mate, But was not half so desolate, And it was come to love me when None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Page 352 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate.
Page 497 - 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.
Page 412 - 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 in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 502 - Because it reminds me of thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee.
Page 146 - Gul in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In...