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Oh ! agony - that centuries should reap No mellower harvest ! Thirteen hundred years Of wealth and glory turn'd to dust and tears , And every monument the stranger meets , Church , palace , pillar , as a mourner greets ...
Oh ! agony - that centuries should reap No mellower harvest ! Thirteen hundred years Of wealth and glory turn'd to dust and tears , And every monument the stranger meets , Church , palace , pillar , as a mourner greets ...
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... Between a prison and a palace , where How few could feel for what he had to bear ! Which oversweeps the world . The theme is old Vain his complaint , -my lord presents his bill , Of “ dust to dust ; ” but half its tale untold : His ...
... Between a prison and a palace , where How few could feel for what he had to bear ! Which oversweeps the world . The theme is old Vain his complaint , -my lord presents his bill , Of “ dust to dust ; ” but half its tale untold : His ...
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... how p with spire Do more than niggard envy still denies . and palace fuel to one common fire . But what are these to him ? Can glory's lust To this the soldier lent his kindling match , Touch the freed spirit or the fetter'd dust ?
... how p with spire Do more than niggard envy still denies . and palace fuel to one common fire . But what are these to him ? Can glory's lust To this the soldier lent his kindling match , Touch the freed spirit or the fetter'd dust ?
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... palace of Alcina shows More wealth than Britain ever had to lose , Up , up again , ye rents ! exalt your notes , Were all her atonis of unleaven'd ore , Or else the ministry will lose their votes , And patriotism , so delicately ...
... palace of Alcina shows More wealth than Britain ever had to lose , Up , up again , ye rents ! exalt your notes , Were all her atonis of unleaven'd ore , Or else the ministry will lose their votes , And patriotism , so delicately ...
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Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange e'e ; For liut and palace show like filthily ; The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; No personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout ...
Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange e'e ; For liut and palace show like filthily ; The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt ; No personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout ...
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Page 418 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Page 400 - 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 394 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 400 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 398 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Page 407 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 405 - 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 Looked to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 422 - 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 383 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 393 - 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
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| Title | The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Publisher | Virtue, 1879 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Apr 2006 |
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