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Page 345
Yet in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ; Within this narrow cell reclines her clay , There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . That clay where once such animation beam'd ; The King of Terrors ...
Yet in my heart thou keep'st thy seat ; Within this narrow cell reclines her clay , There , there thine image still must rest , Until that heart shall cease to beat . That clay where once such animation beam'd ; The King of Terrors ...
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But had the goddess clearly seen , His form bad fix'd her fickle breast ; Her countless hoards would his have been , And none remain'd to give the rest . REPLY TO SOME VERSES With silly wlims and fancies frantic , Merely to make our ...
But had the goddess clearly seen , His form bad fix'd her fickle breast ; Her countless hoards would his have been , And none remain'd to give the rest . REPLY TO SOME VERSES With silly wlims and fancies frantic , Merely to make our ...
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... herWhat an insult ' twould be to the rest ! Once more the speaking eye revives , Still beaming through the lover's strain ; Now , Strephon , good - bye , I cannot deny For Petrarchi's Laura still survives : Your passion appears most ...
... herWhat an insult ' twould be to the rest ! Once more the speaking eye revives , Still beaming through the lover's strain ; Now , Strephon , good - bye , I cannot deny For Petrarchi's Laura still survives : Your passion appears most ...
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... their fate allowsWho haunt us from tranquillity , and spread The sireless offspring and the lonely spouse : A dreary shroud around us , and invest She on high Albyn's dusky bills may raise With sad remembrances our hours of rest .
... their fate allowsWho haunt us from tranquillity , and spread The sireless offspring and the lonely spouse : A dreary shroud around us , and invest She on high Albyn's dusky bills may raise With sad remembrances our hours of rest .
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... fate of yoreHe had no rest at sea , nor I on shore . If my inheritance of storms hath been In other eleinents , and on the rocks Of perils , overlook'd or unforeseen , I have sustained my share of worldly shocks , The fault was mine ...
... fate of yoreHe had no rest at sea , nor I on shore . If my inheritance of storms hath been In other eleinents , and on the rocks Of perils , overlook'd or unforeseen , I have sustained my share of worldly shocks , The fault was mine ...
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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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