The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 1055 pages |
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... tell : Here impious men have punish'd been , and lo ! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI 260 And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses ...
... tell : Here impious men have punish'd been , and lo ! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI 260 And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses ...
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... tell here of Love , who sought In them a refuge from the worldly 930 shocks , Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos , then mocks . C Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , Undying Love's , who here ascends a throne ...
... tell here of Love , who sought In them a refuge from the worldly 930 shocks , Which stir and sting the soul with hope that woos , then mocks . C Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , Undying Love's , who here ascends a throne ...
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... tell the tale my heart must feel ; Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . TRANSLATION FROM HORACE Justum et tenacem propositi virum , etc. THE man of firm and noble soul No factious clamours can ...
... tell the tale my heart must feel ; Love , Love alone , my lyre shall claim , In songs of bliss and sighs of flame . TRANSLATION FROM HORACE Justum et tenacem propositi virum , etc. THE man of firm and noble soul No factious clamours can ...
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... celestial is mine ! They tell us that slumber , the sister of death , Mortality's emblem is given ; To fate how I long to resign my frail breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this TO M. S. G. 97.
... celestial is mine ! They tell us that slumber , the sister of death , Mortality's emblem is given ; To fate how I long to resign my frail breath , If this be a foretaste of heaven ! soft brow , Nor deem me too happy in this TO M. S. G. 97.
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... tell you why , but yet I know not . - Your polish'd brow no cares have crost ; And , Lesbia ! we are not much older , Since , trembling , first my heart I lost , Or told my love , with hope grown bolder . Sixteen was then our utmost age ...
... tell you why , but yet I know not . - Your polish'd brow no cares have crost ; And , Lesbia ! we are not much older , Since , trembling , first my heart I lost , Or told my love , with hope grown bolder . Sixteen was then our utmost age ...
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Page 222 - 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. 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.
Page 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 222 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
Page 39 - 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 ; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise...
Page 82 - Thy waters wash'd them power 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' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 49 - 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 82 - t was 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 82 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : there let him lay.
Page 39 - 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 812 - A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his!