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10 . „ With thee , my bark , I ' ll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what
land thou bear ' st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark -
blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves !
10 . „ With thee , my bark , I ' ll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what
land thou bear ' st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark -
blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves !
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) XXXII . Where Lusitania and her sister meet
, Deem ye wliat bounds the rival realms divide ? Or ere the jealous queens of
nations greet , Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide ? Or dark Sierras rise in
craggy ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) XXXII . Where Lusitania and her sister meet
, Deem ye wliat bounds the rival realms divide ? Or ere the jealous queens of
nations greet , Doth Tayo interpose his mighty tide ? Or dark Sierras rise in
craggy ...
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But ere the mingling bounds have far been passod Dark Guadiana rolls his
power along In sullen billows , murmuring and vast , So noted ancient roundelays
among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in
mailed ...
But ere the mingling bounds have far been passod Dark Guadiana rolls his
power along In sullen billows , murmuring and vast , So noted ancient roundelays
among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in
mailed ...
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... Beauties that ev ' n a cynic must avow ; Match me those Houries , whom ye
scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain ' s dark
- glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet ' s paradise we
find ...
... Beauties that ev ' n a cynic must avow ; Match me those Houries , whom ye
scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind , With Spain ' s dark
- glancing daughters - deign to know , There your wise Prophet ' s paradise we
find ...
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All have their fooleries - - not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o ' er the dark
blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the
rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teazed to shrive them free ( Well do I ween the only ...
All have their fooleries - - not alike are thine , Fair Cadiz , rising o ' er the dark
blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the
rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teazed to shrive them free ( Well do I ween the only ...
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Page 15 - Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand...
Page 80 - 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, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
Page 17 - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
Page 106 - 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...
Page 27 - Hark ! — heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury siroc, Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
Page 71 - 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 unrolled.
Page 83 - Zitza!" from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Page 118 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.
Page 101 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame.
Page 99 - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
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| Title | The works of ... lord Byron, Volumes 1-2 Volumes 1-6; Volumes 9-11; Volume 21; Volumes 26-27 of Pocket libr. of Engl. classics The works of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Published | 1818 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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