The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals and His Life, Volume 10John Murray, 1847 |
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... sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and , tremulously brave , Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ; They come with half - lit tapers in their hands , And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands . XIII . Cold as the marble ...
... sleeping ear ? They heard and rose , and , tremulously brave , Rush where the sound invoked their aid to save ; They come with half - lit tapers in their hands , And snatch'd in startled haste unbelted brands . XIII . Cold as the marble ...
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... sleep , And man , o'erlabour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : There lie love's feverish hope , and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; O'er each vain eye ...
... sleep , And man , o'erlabour'd with his being's strife , Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life : There lie love's feverish hope , and cunning's guile , Hate's working brain , and lull'd ambition's wile ; O'er each vain eye ...
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... Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream ; Already they descry - Is yon the bank ? Away ! ' tis lined with many a hostile rank . Return or fly ! What glitters in the rear ? ' Tis Otho's banner - the pursuer's spear ! Are those the ...
... Sleep on the surface of the barrier stream ; Already they descry - Is yon the bank ? Away ! ' tis lined with many a hostile rank . Return or fly ! What glitters in the rear ? ' Tis Otho's banner - the pursuer's spear ! Are those the ...
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... sleeps not where his fathers sleep , But where he died his grave was dug as deep ; Nor is his mortal slumber less profound , Though priest nor bless'd nor marble deck'd the mound ; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief , Less loud ...
... sleeps not where his fathers sleep , But where he died his grave was dug as deep ; Nor is his mortal slumber less profound , Though priest nor bless'd nor marble deck'd the mound ; And he was mourn'd by one whose quiet grief , Less loud ...
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... sleep from Thursday morning till the same hour on the ensuing day . At length , however , giving way to the entreaties of his at- tendants , he began to restrain his sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own health might sustain ...
... sleep from Thursday morning till the same hour on the ensuing day . At length , however , giving way to the entreaties of his at- tendants , he began to restrain his sorrow , and to consider the injury which his own health might sustain ...
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Alhama apostolic palace appear'd beautiful behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Château de Chillon cheek cold Corinth dared dark dead death deed deep dream dust earth Ezzelin falchion fame fate fear feel fell fix'd forget gather'd gazed Giaour GIFFORD glance glory grave grew guilt hand hath head heard heart heaven hour Kaled knew Lara Lara's less light living look look'd Lord Byron Mariamne mind mingle mortal ne'er never night numbers o'er once Otho Parisina pass'd poem pride R. B. SHERIDAN rest roll'd says scarce seem'd shone shore Siege of Corinth sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile sorrow soul spake spirit stanzas steed stood strife sword tears tender thee thine thing thought turn'd twas voice wall waves weltering Whate'er wild wither'd words wound youth
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Page 93 - VI. 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 swonl, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord
Page 237 - hers, and saw with hers, Which colour'd all his objects:—he had ceased To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously—his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Page 190 - IV. Though human, thou didst not deceive me. Though woman, thou didst not forsake, Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me, Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake, . Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me, Though parted, it was not to fly, Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me, Nor, mute, that the world might belie.
Page 180 - tis done — all words are idle — Words from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way without the will.— Fare thee well! — thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Scar'd in heart, and lone, and blighted, More than this I scarce can die. March 17. 1816. A
Page 218 - Dying as their father died, For the God their foes denied; — Three were in a dungeon cast, Of whom this wreck is left the last. n. There are seven pillars of Gothic mould, In Chillon's dungeons deep and old, There are seven columns massy and grey, Dim with a dull imprison'd ray, A sunbeam which hath lost its way,
Page 223 - soul was of that mould Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth?—he died.(') 1 saw, and could not hold his head, Nor reach his dying hand—nor dead, — Though hard I strove, but strove in vain, To rend and gnash
Page 177 - cliffi, 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 217 - change in hers was to be attributed. My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, (') For they have been a dungeon's spoil. And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd,
Page 76 - melody once more rejoice The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice; in. Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave. Mankind their country—Israel but the grave! ON JORDAN'S BANKS. ON
Page 177 - could Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show! Then thou would'st at last discover 'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this