The poetical works of Lord Byron: In ten volumes. ...John Murray, Albemarle Street, 1873 |
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... lake , And when they on their father call , What answer shall she make ? " " Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I who am of lighter mood 8 : For who would trust the seeming sighs Of Canto I.J CHILDE ...
... lake , And when they on their father call , What answer shall she make ? " " Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I who am of lighter mood 8 : For who would trust the seeming sighs Of Canto I.J CHILDE ...
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... lake On whose fair banks he grew from infancy , Eftsoons his little heart beat merrily With hope of foreign nations to behold , And many things right marvellous to see , Of which our vaunting voyagers oft have told , In many a tome as ...
... lake On whose fair banks he grew from infancy , Eftsoons his little heart beat merrily With hope of foreign nations to behold , And many things right marvellous to see , Of which our vaunting voyagers oft have told , In many a tome as ...
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... lake , 31 And left the primal city of the land , And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief , 32 whose dread command Is lawless law ; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet here and ...
... lake , 31 And left the primal city of the land , And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief , 32 whose dread command Is lawless law ; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet here and ...
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... lake , According to Pouqueville , the lake of Yanina : but Pouqueville is always out . 32. - Stanza xlvii . , line 4 . To 106 NOTES TO CANTO THE SECOND .
... lake , According to Pouqueville , the lake of Yanina : but Pouqueville is always out . 32. - Stanza xlvii . , line 4 . To 106 NOTES TO CANTO THE SECOND .
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... lakes , love inextinguishable , thoughts unutterable , and the nightmare of my own delinquencies . " All these subjects are depicted in his stanzas , which may be considered the poetical autobiography of perhaps the most melancholy ...
... lakes , love inextinguishable , thoughts unutterable , and the nightmare of my own delinquencies . " All these subjects are depicted in his stanzas , which may be considered the poetical autobiography of perhaps the most melancholy ...
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Page 161 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 161 - 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!
Page 200 - 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 147 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 136 - 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 ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell. Did ye not hear it ? No ; 'twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.
Page 252 - Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 192 - The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence : that which Fate Prohibits to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied, First exiles, then replaces what we hate ; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
Page 252 - 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 131 - Yet must I think less wildly — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Page 131 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.