The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 1Carey, 1843 |
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... dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread . LV . Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale , Oh ! had you known her in her softer hour , Mark'd her black eye that mocks her coal - black veil , Heard her light ...
... dead Stalks with Minerva's step where Mars might quake to tread . LV . Ye who shall marvel when you hear her tale , Oh ! had you known her in her softer hour , Mark'd her black eye that mocks her coal - black veil , Heard her light ...
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... dead ? Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the hands with female slaughter red ; Then to the dogs resign the unburied slain , Then to the vulture let each corse remain ; Albeit unworthy of the prey - bird's maw , Let ...
... dead ? Look o'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the hands with female slaughter red ; Then to the dogs resign the unburied slain , Then to the vulture let each corse remain ; Albeit unworthy of the prey - bird's maw , Let ...
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... dead ; the greater Ajax , in particular , was interred entire . Almost all the chiefs became gods after their decease ; and he was indeed neglected , who had not annual games near his tomb , or festivals in honour of his memory by his ...
... dead ; the greater Ajax , in particular , was interred entire . Almost all the chiefs became gods after their decease ; and he was indeed neglected , who had not annual games near his tomb , or festivals in honour of his memory by his ...
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... love and live in vain Twined with my heart , and can I deem thee dead When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well I will dream that we may meet again , - And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If CANTO II . 43 PILGRIMAGE .
... love and live in vain Twined with my heart , and can I deem thee dead When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well I will dream that we may meet again , - And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If CANTO II . 43 PILGRIMAGE .
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... dead of night by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep . " This temple of Minerva may be seen at sea from a great distance . In two journeys which I made , and one voyage to Cape Colonna , the view from either side ...
... dead of night by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep . " This temple of Minerva may be seen at sea from a great distance . In two journeys which I made , and one voyage to Cape Colonna , the view from either side ...
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Page 105 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 104 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Page 190 - 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 190 - 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Page 472 - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, 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 66 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...
Page 190 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 126 - 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 468 - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Page 124 - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.