The poetical works of lord Byron, ed. with a critical mem. by W. M. RossettiWard Lock, 1881 |
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... brow , Thy muse a sprite , Apollo's sexton thou ! Whether on ancient tombs thou tak'st thy stand , By gibbering spectres hail'd , thy kindred band ; Or tracest chaste descriptions on thy page , To please the females of our modest age ...
... brow , Thy muse a sprite , Apollo's sexton thou ! Whether on ancient tombs thou tak'st thy stand , By gibbering spectres hail'd , thy kindred band ; Or tracest chaste descriptions on thy page , To please the females of our modest age ...
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... brow , Her idle ægis bore no Gorgon now ; Her helm was dinted , and the broken lance Seem'd weak and shaftless e'en to mortal glance ; The olive branch , which still she deign'd to clasp , Shrunk from her touch , and wither'd in her ...
... brow , Her idle ægis bore no Gorgon now ; Her helm was dinted , and the broken lance Seem'd weak and shaftless e'en to mortal glance ; The olive branch , which still she deign'd to clasp , Shrunk from her touch , and wither'd in her ...
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... brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below : But this none knew , nor haply cared to know : For his was not that open , artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow ; Nor sought he friend ...
... brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below : But this none knew , nor haply cared to know : For his was not that open , artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow ; Nor sought he friend ...
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... brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate ; Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song : But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ...
... brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV Still he beheld , nor mingled with the throng ; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate ; Fain would he now have join'd the dance , the song : But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate ...
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... brow Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train , Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor ...
... brow Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train , Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain , But every carle can lord it o'er thy land ; Nor ...
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Page 38 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 38 - 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!
Page 37 - 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! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 64 - 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 64 - 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 44 - 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! 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!
Page 64 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 38 - Cameron's gathering" rose !" (The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard — and heard, too, have her Saxon foes !) — How, in the noon of night, that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 204 - There were giants in the earth in those days ; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
Page 36 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings