The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 pages |
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... vase . THE FATE OF BEAUTY . As rising on its purple wing The insect - queen of eastern spring , O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near , And leads him on from flower to flower A weary 14 BYRON .
... vase . THE FATE OF BEAUTY . As rising on its purple wing The insect - queen of eastern spring , O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer Invites the young pursuer near , And leads him on from flower to flower A weary 14 BYRON .
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... young inheritor Of a world scarce less young : sleep on , and smile ! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit- Thou know'st not thou art naked ! Must the time Come thou shalt be ...
... young inheritor Of a world scarce less young : sleep on , and smile ! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering And innocent ! thou hast not pluck'd the fruit- Thou know'st not thou art naked ! Must the time Come thou shalt be ...
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... young , so fair , Good without effort , great without a foe ; But now a bride and mother - and now there ! How many ties did that stern moment tear ! From thy Sire's to his humblest subject's breast Is link'd the electric chain of that ...
... young , so fair , Good without effort , great without a foe ; But now a bride and mother - and now there ! How many ties did that stern moment tear ! From thy Sire's to his humblest subject's breast Is link'd the electric chain of that ...
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... young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught , And sunset into rose - hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly : the rocks , The permanent ...
... young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very glaciers have her colours caught , And sunset into rose - hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly : the rocks , The permanent ...
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... young as joy , stands where it stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude . A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form'd , and many - colour'd things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And ...
... young as joy , stands where it stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude . A populous solitude of bees and birds , And fairy - form'd , and many - colour'd things , Who worship him with notes more sweet than words , And ...
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The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works Alfred Howard,Baron George Gordon Byron Byron No preview available - 2016 |
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arms art thou aught Ave Maria beam beauty behold beneath blest blood blue bosom breast breath brow capital punishments Carthage charm cheek Clarens clouds dark dead death deep dread dream e'er eagle passes earth Egeria eternal face fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle GIAOUR glance glow gondolier grave grief hand hath heart heaven hope hour human clay JUNGFRAU Kaled knew light lips living lone look look'd mortal mountains Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once pale passion pause pride rill Rome rose round Samian wine scarce seem'd Seraph shine shone shore sigh sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stamp'd stars stood sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought trembling twas twill waters wave weep wert Whate'er wild wind wing wither'd youth Zuleika
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Page 66 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
Page 52 - 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 66 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Page 148 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 146 - 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.
Page 66 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
Page 117 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 63 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Page 150 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Page 164 - 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...