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... eyes the open portals of the sun things of light and for light — and his fore- head so ample , and yet so flexible , passing from marble smoothness into a hundred wreaths and lines and dimples correspondent to the sentiments he is ...
... eyes the open portals of the sun things of light and for light — and his fore- head so ample , and yet so flexible , passing from marble smoothness into a hundred wreaths and lines and dimples correspondent to the sentiments he is ...
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... eyes , they smiled , And then we parted , But with a hope . not as now we part , Awaking with a start , The waters ... eye . II Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider ...
... eyes , they smiled , And then we parted , But with a hope . not as now we part , Awaking with a start , The waters ... eye . II Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider ...
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... 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 . XXII Did ye not hear it ? - No ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 7.
... 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 . XXII Did ye not hear it ? - No ; Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 7.
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... 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 ! XXV And there was mounting in hot haste : the ∞ Selections from Byron.
... 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 ! XXV And there was mounting in hot haste : the ∞ Selections from Byron.
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... thou hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; — When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favorite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL Sager than in thy fortunes ; for in them Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 13.
... thou hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; — When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favorite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL Sager than in thy fortunes ; for in them Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 13.
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Byron's Childe Harold, Cantos III and IV: The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other ... George Gordon Byron No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 8 - 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...
Page 8 - 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, — But hark!
Page 19 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Page 179 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 162 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Page 149 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Page 36 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day: we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Page 109 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 1 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, * But with a hope.
Page 165 - Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!