The works of ... lord Byron, Volumes 1-2 |
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Page 38
... heads the sallying host : Who can appease like her a lover's ghost ? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall ? What maid retrieve when man's flushed hope is lost ? Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foiled by a woman's hand ...
... heads the sallying host : Who can appease like her a lover's ghost ? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall ? What maid retrieve when man's flushed hope is lost ? Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foiled by a woman's hand ...
Page 69
... head conceived , whose hand prepared , Aught to displace Athena's poor remains : Her sons too weak the sacred shrine to guard , Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains , And never knew , till then , the weight of Despot's chains ...
... head conceived , whose hand prepared , Aught to displace Athena's poor remains : Her sons too weak the sacred shrine to guard , Yet felt some portion of their mother's pains , And never knew , till then , the weight of Despot's chains ...
Page 81
... head Imagined in its little schemes of thought ; Or e'er in new Utopias were ared , To teach man what he might be , or he ought ; If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught . XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still ...
... head Imagined in its little schemes of thought ; Or e'er in new Utopias were ared , To teach man what he might be , or he ought ; If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught . XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still ...
Page 92
... head and ornamented gun , And gold - embroidered garments , fair to see ; The crimson - scarfed men of Macedon ; The Delhi with his cap ot terror on , And crooked glaive , the lively , supple Greek ; And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son ...
... head and ornamented gun , And gold - embroidered garments , fair to see ; The crimson - scarfed men of Macedon ; The Delhi with his cap ot terror on , And crooked glaive , the lively , supple Greek ; And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son ...
Page 120
... head at a handsome average nightly , and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever pu- nished ! ra de Pena . It was owing to the want of the tilde , or mark over the ñ , which alters the signification of the word : with it , Peña signifies a ...
... head at a handsome average nightly , and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever pu- nished ! ra de Pena . It was owing to the want of the tilde , or mark over the ñ , which alters the signification of the word : with it , Peña signifies a ...
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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 82 - 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 120 - 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?