The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with life, notes &c. 'Albion' edF. Warne, 1881 |
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... sweet lips were join'd to mine , The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine . Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame ; And as thy tongue essay'd to speak ...
... sweet lips were join'd to mine , The tears that from my eyelids flow'd Were lost in those which fell from thine . Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek , Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame ; And as thy tongue essay'd to speak ...
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... sweet lady , unbend your soft Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may Oh ! think not my penance deficient ...
... sweet lady , unbend your soft Nor deem me too happy in this ; If I sin in my dream , I atone for it now , Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss . Though in visions , sweet lady , perhaps you may Oh ! think not my penance deficient ...
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... Sweet lady ! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue ? IN law an infant , and in years a boy , In mind a slave to every vicious joy ; In lies an adept , in deceit a fiend ; From every sense of ...
... Sweet lady ! why thus doth a tear steal its way Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue ? IN law an infant , and in years a boy , In mind a slave to every vicious joy ; In lies an adept , in deceit a fiend ; From every sense of ...
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... SWEET girl ! though only once we met , That meeting I shall ne'er forget ; And though we ne'er may meet again , Remembrance will thy form retain . I would not say , ' I love , ' but still My senses struggle with my will : In vain , to ...
... SWEET girl ! though only once we met , That meeting I shall ne'er forget ; And though we ne'er may meet again , Remembrance will thy form retain . I would not say , ' I love , ' but still My senses struggle with my will : In vain , to ...
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... sweet employ , While , future hope and fear alike unknown , I think with pleasure on the past alone ; Yes , to the past alone my heart confine , And chase the phantom of what once was mine . Ida ! still o'er thy hills in joy preside ...
... sweet employ , While , future hope and fear alike unknown , I think with pleasure on the past alone ; Yes , to the past alone my heart confine , And chase the phantom of what once was mine . Ida ! still o'er thy hills in joy preside ...
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Page 116 - 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 159 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 160 - 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
Page 159 - ... 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...
Page 159 - 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...
Page 27 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. 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!
Page 135 - 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 155 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 160 - 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 wanton'd 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.
Page 160 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.