The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Volumes 4-5A. and W. Galignani, 1826 - English literature |
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... silence , all is still , But the lattice that flaps when the wind is shrill : Though raves the gust , and floods the rain , No hand shall close its clasp again . VOL . IV . 2 On desert sands ' t were joy to scan The THE GIAOUR . 17.
... silence , all is still , But the lattice that flaps when the wind is shrill : Though raves the gust , and floods the rain , No hand shall close its clasp again . VOL . IV . 2 On desert sands ' t were joy to scan The THE GIAOUR . 17.
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... silent shore ; Nay , leave the sail still furl'd , and ply The nearest oar that ' s scatter'd by , And midway to those rocks where sleep The channel'd waters dark and deep . Rest from your task - so - bravely done , Our course has been ...
... silent shore ; Nay , leave the sail still furl'd , and ply The nearest oar that ' s scatter'd by , And midway to those rocks where sleep The channel'd waters dark and deep . Rest from your task - so - bravely done , Our course has been ...
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... silent bay , Unseen to drop by dull decay ; - Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock ! # * * << Father ! thy days have pass'd in peace , Mid counted beads , and countless prayer ; To bid the sins of others ...
... silent bay , Unseen to drop by dull decay ; - Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock ! # * * << Father ! thy days have pass'd in peace , Mid counted beads , and countless prayer ; To bid the sins of others ...
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... silence stands , And beckons with beseeching hands ! With braided hair , and bright - black eye- I knew ' t was false - she could not die ! But he is dead ! within the dell I saw him buried where he fell ; He comes not , for he cannot ...
... silence stands , And beckons with beseeching hands ! With braided hair , and bright - black eye- I knew ' t was false - she could not die ! But he is dead ! within the dell I saw him buried where he fell ; He comes not , for he cannot ...
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... silence brake , First lowly render ng reverence meet ; And downcast look'd , and gently spake , Still standing at the Pacha's feet : For son of Moslem must expire , Ere dare to sit before his sire ! Father ! for fear that thou shouldst ...
... silence brake , First lowly render ng reverence meet ; And downcast look'd , and gently spake , Still standing at the Pacha's feet : For son of Moslem must expire , Ere dare to sit before his sire ! Father ! for fear that thou shouldst ...
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Page 157 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 172 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 169 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
Page 9 - The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold obstruction's apathy...
Page 166 - I found him not. 7 only stirred in this black spot; / only lived — / only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Page 166 - And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
Page 9 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Page 172 - These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage — and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home...
Page 170 - Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child — no sire — no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I...
Page 163 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.