The Poetical Works of Lord Byron, Volume 1J. Murray, 1873 |
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... fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of ...
... fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love's image upon earth without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope's imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus hourly brightening , Beholds the rainbow of ...
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... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the ...
... fair locks , and snowy hands , Might shake the saintship of an anchorite , And long had fed his youthful appetite ; His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine , And all that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the ...
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... fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom ...
... fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom ...
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... fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , 25 Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done , Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.26 XXIII . Here didst thou dwell ...
... fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , 25 Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done , Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun.26 XXIII . Here didst thou dwell ...
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... fair Mount ! whenGreece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than ...
... fair Mount ! whenGreece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love , than ...
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Page 136 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Page 138 - 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 159 - 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 131 - 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.
Page 137 - 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...
Page 250 - 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 252 - 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 wantoned 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 144 - He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.
Page 218 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Page 162 - 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.