The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. edVirtue, 1879 |
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Page 349
... sure the giver loved me . He offer'd it with downcast look , As fearful that I might refuse it ; I told him when the gift I took , My only fear should be to lose it . This pledge attentively I view'd , And sparkling as I held it near ...
... sure the giver loved me . He offer'd it with downcast look , As fearful that I might refuse it ; I told him when the gift I took , My only fear should be to lose it . This pledge attentively I view'd , And sparkling as I held it near ...
Page 350
... sure , was my passion so pure , Thy mistress would think me a fool . And if I should shun every woman for one , Whose image must fill my whole breast- Whom I must prefer , and sigh but for her- What an insult ' twould be to the rest ...
... sure , was my passion so pure , Thy mistress would think me a fool . And if I should shun every woman for one , Whose image must fill my whole breast- Whom I must prefer , and sigh but for her- What an insult ' twould be to the rest ...
Page 362
... sure ; The unwieldy old white horse is apt at last To stumble , kick , and now and then stick fast With his great self and rider in the mud ; But what of that ? the animal shows blood . XIV . Alas , the country ! how shall tongue or pen ...
... sure ; The unwieldy old white horse is apt at last To stumble , kick , and now and then stick fast With his great self and rider in the mud ; But what of that ? the animal shows blood . XIV . Alas , the country ! how shall tongue or pen ...
Page 364
... sure As his dismissal in the " Moniteur . " Alas ! how could his cabinet thus err ! Can peace be worth an ultra - minister ? He falls indeed , perhaps to rise again , " Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain . " To note the trappings ...
... sure As his dismissal in the " Moniteur . " Alas ! how could his cabinet thus err ! Can peace be worth an ultra - minister ? He falls indeed , perhaps to rise again , " Almost as quickly as he conquer'd Spain . " To note the trappings ...
Page 365
... sure . and yet , in these times , there's no lure For the heart of the fair like a stanza or two ; And so , as I can't , will you furnish a few ? Ink . In your name ? Tra . In my name . I will copy them out . To slip into her hand at ...
... sure . and yet , in these times , there's no lure For the heart of the fair like a stanza or two ; And so , as I can't , will you furnish a few ? Ink . In your name ? Tra . In my name . I will copy them out . To slip into her hand at ...
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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...