The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 2R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... Earth's coarsest bread , the garden's homeliest roots , And scarce the summer luxury of fruits , His short repast in humbleness supply With all a hermit's board would scarce deny . But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense , His mind ...
... Earth's coarsest bread , the garden's homeliest roots , And scarce the summer luxury of fruits , His short repast in humbleness supply With all a hermit's board would scarce deny . But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense , His mind ...
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... earth beyond thy love , And scarce a glimpse of mercy from above . Yet the same feeling which thou dost condemn , My very love to thee is hate to them , So closely mingling here , that disentwined , I cease to love thee when I love ...
... earth beyond thy love , And scarce a glimpse of mercy from above . Yet the same feeling which thou dost condemn , My very love to thee is hate to them , So closely mingling here , that disentwined , I cease to love thee when I love ...
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... earth held but her alone , Kiss'd her cold forehead - turn'd - is Conrad gone ? " And is he gone ? " - XV . -on sudden solitude How oft that fearful question will intrude ! " " Twas but an instant past - and here he stood ! And now ...
... earth held but her alone , Kiss'd her cold forehead - turn'd - is Conrad gone ? " And is he gone ? " - XV . -on sudden solitude How oft that fearful question will intrude ! " " Twas but an instant past - and here he stood ! And now ...
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... earth the air of hell ! Distracted , to and fro , the flying slaves Behold but bloody shore and fiery waves ; Nought heeded they the Pacha's angry cry , They seize that Dervise ! -seize on Zatainai ! * He saw their terror - check'd the ...
... earth the air of hell ! Distracted , to and fro , the flying slaves Behold but bloody shore and fiery waves ; Nought heeded they the Pacha's angry cry , They seize that Dervise ! -seize on Zatainai ! * He saw their terror - check'd the ...
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... earth as mute- Through guards and dunnest night how came it there ? Ah ! rather ask what will not woman dare ? Whom youth and pity lead like thee , Gulnare ! She could not sleep -- and while the Pacha's rest In muttering dreams yet saw ...
... earth as mute- Through guards and dunnest night how came it there ? Ah ! rather ask what will not woman dare ? Whom youth and pity lead like thee , Gulnare ! She could not sleep -- and while the Pacha's rest In muttering dreams yet saw ...
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Page 305 - What I have done is done ; I bear within A torture which could nothing gain from thine : The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts — Is its own origin of ill and end — And its own place and time...
Page 247 - And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest . Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 7 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...
Page 117 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 7 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, " Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, " Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, " Survey our empire, and behold our home ! " These are our realms, no limits' to their sway — " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Page 301 - Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and More near from out the Caesars...
Page 117 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 305 - Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me ; I have not been thy dupe nor am thy prey, But was my own destroyer, and will be My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends ! The hand of death is on me — but not yours ! [The Demons disappear.
Page 287 - This man Is of no common order, as his port And presence here denote ; his sufferings Have been of an immortal nature, like Our own ; his knowledge, and his powers and will, As far as is compatible with clay, Which clogs the ethereal essence, have...
Page 298 - Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues And hearts of all who walk within thy rays ! Sire of the seasons ! Monarch of the climes, And those who dwell in them ! for near or far, Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee Even as our outward aspects ; — thou dost rise, And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well ! I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance Of love and wonder was for thee, then take My latest look...