The poetical works of lord Byron, with lifeGall & Inglis, 1859 - 576 pages |
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... dread night , " 450 Verses found in a Summer - House , at Hales - Owen- " When Dryden's fool , " 452 Impromptu Remember thee ! " 452 To Time- " Time ! on whose arbitrary wing . " Translation of a Romaic Love - song- " Ah love , " 452 ...
... dread night , " 450 Verses found in a Summer - House , at Hales - Owen- " When Dryden's fool , " 452 Impromptu Remember thee ! " 452 To Time- " Time ! on whose arbitrary wing . " Translation of a Romaic Love - song- " Ah love , " 452 ...
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... dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ; And weeping angels lead her ...
... dread decrees of fate ! Not here the mourner would his grief reveal , Not here the muse her virtues would relate . But wherefore weep ? Her matchless spirit soars Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day ; And weeping angels lead her ...
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... dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . How different now thy joyless fate , Since first ...
... dread behests ne'er disobey . Oft shall the sacred victim fall In sea - girt Ocean's mossy hall ; My voice shall raise no impious strain ' Gainst him who rules the sky and azure main . How different now thy joyless fate , Since first ...
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... dread decree prevent ; Yet hold - one little word forbear ! Let it be aught but banishment . LOVE'S LAST ADIEU . Αει , δ ' κει με φευγει . - ANACREON , THE roses of love glad the garden of life , Though nurtured ' mid weeds dropping ...
... dread decree prevent ; Yet hold - one little word forbear ! Let it be aught but banishment . LOVE'S LAST ADIEU . Αει , δ ' κει με φευγει . - ANACREON , THE roses of love glad the garden of life , Though nurtured ' mid weeds dropping ...
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... dreads not the anguish of love's last adieu ! Youth flies , life decays , even hope is o'ercast ; No more with love's former devotion we sue : He spreads his young wing , he retires with the blast ; The shroud of affection is love's ...
... dreads not the anguish of love's last adieu ! Youth flies , life decays , even hope is o'ercast ; No more with love's former devotion we sue : He spreads his young wing , he retires with the blast ; The shroud of affection is love's ...
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Page 388 - 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 447 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 491 - 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 ? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Page 490 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 491 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! We will not think of themes like these ! It made Anacreon's song divine: He served — but served Polycrates : A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.
Page 463 - THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee ; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me : When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull'd winds seem dreaming, And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep ; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant's asleep...
Page 284 - I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes, Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score When my last brother droop'd and died. And I lay living by his side. They chain'd us each to a column stone, And we were three — yet, each alone : We could not move a single pace, We could not see each other's face. But with that pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight...
Page 397 - 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...
Page 404 - 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 283 - 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.