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In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be grounds
for such a notion ; but in the main points , I should hope , none whatever . It is
almost superfluous to mention that the appellation “ Childe , " as " Childe Waters
...
In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be grounds
for such a notion ; but in the main points , I should hope , none whatever . It is
almost superfluous to mention that the appellation “ Childe , " as " Childe Waters
...
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Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in
heart , Love ' s image upon earth without luis wing , And guileless beyond Hope '
s imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus ...
Nor unbeseem the promise of thy spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in
heart , Love ' s image upon earth without luis wing , And guileless beyond Hope '
s imagining ! And surely she who now so fondly rears Thy youth , in thee , thus ...
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Such parlings break the heart they fondly hope est to heal . . . . XI . His house , his
home , his heritage , bis lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight ,
Whose : large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands Might shake the saintship
of ...
Such parlings break the heart they fondly hope est to heal . . . . XI . His house , his
home , his heritage , bis lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight ,
Whose : large blue eyes , fair locks , and snowy hands Might shake the saintship
of ...
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Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making
earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many
rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion ' s offering ...
Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making
earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many
rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion ' s offering ...
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Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel man should quit their
easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh ! there is
sweetness in the mountain air , And life , that bloated Ease can never hope to
share .
Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel man should quit their
easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to trace , Oh ! there is
sweetness in the mountain air , And life , that bloated Ease can never hope to
share .
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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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