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... utmost need A name eternal as the rolling year ; By Christians , unto whom they gave their creed , He teaches them the lesson taught so long , The desolated lands , the ravaged isle , So oft , so vainly - learn to do no wrong !
... utmost need A name eternal as the rolling year ; By Christians , unto whom they gave their creed , He teaches them the lesson taught so long , The desolated lands , the ravaged isle , So oft , so vainly - learn to do no wrong !
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... the natives ' gore ; And crushing nations with a stupid blow ; The very language which might vie with Rome's , All duly anxious to leave little work And once was known to nations like their homes , Unto the revolutionary stork .
... the natives ' gore ; And crushing nations with a stupid blow ; The very language which might vie with Rome's , All duly anxious to leave little work And once was known to nations like their homes , Unto the revolutionary stork .
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Ah , happy she ; to ' scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste ; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss , And spoil'd her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to taste ...
Ah , happy she ; to ' scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste ; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss , And spoil'd her goodly lands to gild his waste , Nor calm domestic peace had ever deign'd to taste ...
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Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen . Ah me ! what hand can pencil , guide , or pen , To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things ...
Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen . Ah me ! what hand can pencil , guide , or pen , To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things ...
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... The desert , forest , cavern , breaker's foam , Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him Were unto him companionship ; they spake In soul and aspect as in age : years steal A mutual language , clearer than the tome Fire from the ...
... The desert , forest , cavern , breaker's foam , Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him Were unto him companionship ; they spake In soul and aspect as in age : years steal A mutual language , clearer than the tome Fire from the ...
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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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