The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, Issue 35F. Warne, 1868 |
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... look up ; Nor stop , but rattle over every word- No matter what , so it can not be heard . Thus let him hurry on , nor think to rest : Who speaks the fastest ' s sure to speak the best ; Who utters most within the shortest space May ...
... look up ; Nor stop , but rattle over every word- No matter what , so it can not be heard . Thus let him hurry on , nor think to rest : Who speaks the fastest ' s sure to speak the best ; Who utters most within the shortest space May ...
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... Look o'er the dark blue sea ; Recalls the woes of Nature's charter ; And he that acts as wise men ought , But lives , as saints have died , a martyr . Then think upon Calypso's isles , Endear'd by days gone by ; To others give a ...
... Look o'er the dark blue sea ; Recalls the woes of Nature's charter ; And he that acts as wise men ought , But lives , as saints have died , a martyr . Then think upon Calypso's isles , Endear'd by days gone by ; To others give a ...
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... look once more into each other's face ; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanoes , and their mountain - torch : A fearful hope was all the world contained ; Forests were set on fire - but hour by hour They fell and ...
... look once more into each other's face ; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanoes , and their mountain - torch : A fearful hope was all the world contained ; Forests were set on fire - but hour by hour They fell and ...
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... looks on thy once holy dome , I beheld thee , O Sion , when render'd to Rome : Twas thy last sun went down , and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall . I look'd for thy temple , I look'd for my home ...
... looks on thy once holy dome , I beheld thee , O Sion , when render'd to Rome : Twas thy last sun went down , and the flames of thy fall Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall . I look'd for thy temple , I look'd for my home ...
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... Look on her features ! and behold her mind As in a mirror of itself defined : Look on the picture ! deem it not o'ercharged- There is no trait which might not be enlarged : Yet true to ' Nature's journeymen , ' who made This monster ...
... Look on her features ! and behold her mind As in a mirror of itself defined : Look on the picture ! deem it not o'ercharged- There is no trait which might not be enlarged : Yet true to ' Nature's journeymen , ' who made This monster ...
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Page 144 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 172 - The armaments which thunderstrike 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 173 - 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 172 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 144 - 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 151 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Page 144 - 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 59 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 71 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: 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 156 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...