The poetical works of lord ByronWard Lock, 1878 |
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... seems , is a gentleman , God wot ! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers ... seem'd to pour , The land where Phoebus never frown'd before ; But ere he sank below Citharon's head , The cup of woe ...
... seems , is a gentleman , God wot ! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers ... seem'd to pour , The land where Phoebus never frown'd before ; But ere he sank below Citharon's head , The cup of woe ...
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... seems to stir ; Flocks play , trees wave , streams flow , the mountain fir Nodding above ; behold black Acheron ... seem'd made in vain , But from the chambers came the mingling din , been volcanic . † Now called Kalamas . ↑ Albanese ...
... seems to stir ; Flocks play , trees wave , streams flow , the mountain fir Nodding above ; behold black Acheron ... seem'd made in vain , But from the chambers came the mingling din , been volcanic . † Now called Kalamas . ↑ Albanese ...
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... seems prolonging without end . The clouds above me to the white Alps tend , And I must pierce them , and survey ... seem , - That goodness is no name , and happiness no dream . CXV . My daughter ! with thy name this song begun- My ...
... seems prolonging without end . The clouds above me to the white Alps tend , And I must pierce them , and survey ... seem , - That goodness is no name , and happiness no dream . CXV . My daughter ! with thy name this song begun- My ...
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... seems to be- Melted to one vast Iris of the West , Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While , on the other hand , meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air - an island of the blest ! XXVIII . A single star is at her side , and ...
... seems to be- Melted to one vast Iris of the West , Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While , on the other hand , meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air - an island of the blest ! XXVIII . A single star is at her side , and ...
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... seem'd beam'd . Between us sinks and all which ever glow'd , Till Glory's self is twilight , and displays A melancholy ... Seems royal still , though with her head dis- crown'd , And pale , but lovely , with maternal grief She clasps a ...
... seem'd beam'd . Between us sinks and all which ever glow'd , Till Glory's self is twilight , and displays A melancholy ... Seems royal still , though with her head dis- crown'd , And pale , but lovely , with maternal grief She clasps a ...
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Page 64 - 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 38 - 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 thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Page 28 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 64 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 38 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 37 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 44 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 60 - 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 134 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. 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 64 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.