The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One VolumeH.L. Broenner, 1826 - 776 pages |
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... heart can easily estimate the former ; and the sorrow of those to whom he is thus prematurely lost is the best ... heart , against her barbarian rulers , and that , when his own eye closed , it closed in sight of a people among whom was ...
... heart can easily estimate the former ; and the sorrow of those to whom he is thus prematurely lost is the best ... heart , against her barbarian rulers , and that , when his own eye closed , it closed in sight of a people among whom was ...
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... heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard ...
... heart , fair Greece ! that looks on thee , Nor feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard ...
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... heart divest . 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all ...
... heart divest . 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 ; To climb the trackless mountain all ...
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... heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled , And then we parted , -not as now we part , But with a hope.— Awaking with a start , The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart , Whither I ...
... heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled , And then we parted , -not as now we part , But with a hope.— Awaking with a start , The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart , Whither I ...
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... heart and hand Of a prond , brotherly , and civic band , All unbought champions in no princely cause Of vice - entail'd Corruption ; they no land Doom'd to bewail the blasphemy of laws Making kings ' rights divine , by some Dra- conic ...
... heart and hand Of a prond , brotherly , and civic band , All unbought champions in no princely cause Of vice - entail'd Corruption ; they no land Doom'd to bewail the blasphemy of laws Making kings ' rights divine , by some Dra- conic ...
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Page 583 - 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.
Page 584 - 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 33 - 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 26 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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!
Page 56 - 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 55 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 26 - 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 33 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 55 - 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.
Page 38 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...