The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Original Editions, with Life, Explanatory Notes, &c |
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... wave thin to When a few silver hairs of those tresses re- maining , Prove nature a prey to decay and disease . ' Tis this , my beloved , which spreads gloom o'er my features , [ decree , Though I ne'er shall presume to arraign the Which ...
... wave thin to When a few silver hairs of those tresses re- maining , Prove nature a prey to decay and disease . ' Tis this , my beloved , which spreads gloom o'er my features , [ decree , Though I ne'er shall presume to arraign the Which ...
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... wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth , When Angus hail'd his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note ; To ...
... wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth , When Angus hail'd his eldest born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note ; To ...
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... wave my boy delay ; Would he to Mora seem unkind ? Would aught to her impede his way ? ' Oh , search , ye chiefs ! oh , search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor dare ...
... wave my boy delay ; Would he to Mora seem unkind ? Would aught to her impede his way ? ' Oh , search , ye chiefs ! oh , search around ! Allan , with these through Alva fly ; Till Oscar , till my son is found , Haste , haste , nor dare ...
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... wave , For they were stain'd with kindred blood . What minstrel grey , what hoary bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouch'd the ...
... wave , For they were stain'd with kindred blood . What minstrel grey , what hoary bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? The song is glory's chief reward , But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouch'd the ...
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... wave : But when the hostile chiefs at length bow down , When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown , The casque , the buckler , and the fiery steed Which Turnus guides with more than mortal speed , Are thine ? no envious lot shall then be ...
... wave : But when the hostile chiefs at length bow down , When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown , The casque , the buckler , and the fiery steed Which Turnus guides with more than mortal speed , Are thine ? no envious lot shall then be ...
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Adah adieu Anah art thou aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cain Calmar Catullus chief courser dare dark dead dear death deeds deep Doge dread dream earth fair fame fate father fear feel forget gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Iden king Lady leave less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer lyre Marino Faliero Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once PANIA pass'd SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit Stral sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Venice voice wave weep wild words wouldst young youth
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Page 209 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 209 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 210 - 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 wanton'd 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 210 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 190 - 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 Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 177 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 178 - Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 289 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 205 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low- — 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.
Page 81 - And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. 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 sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...