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TO IAN TH E . Nor in those climes where I have late been straying , Though
Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed ; Not in those visions to the heart
displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed , IIath aught like thee in
...
TO IAN TH E . Nor in those climes where I have late been straying , Though
Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed ; Not in those visions to the heart
displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed , IIath aught like thee in
...
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Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o ' er . For
pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My grcatest grief is that
I leave . No thing that claims a tear . “ „ And now I ' m in the world alone Canto T .
15 ...
Fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o ' er . For
pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My grcatest grief is that
I leave . No thing that claims a tear . “ „ And now I ' m in the world alone Canto T .
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... portals gaping wide : · Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the
pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by ' Time ' s ungentle
tide ! XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened Canto I .
PILGRIMAGE .
... portals gaping wide : · Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the
pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by ' Time ' s ungentle
tide ! XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened Canto I .
PILGRIMAGE .
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Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! 4 Oh ! dome displeasing unto
British eye ! With diadem hight foolscap , lo ! a fiend , A little fiend that scoffs
incessantly , There sits in parchment robe arrayed , and by His side is hung a
seal ...
Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! 4 Oh ! dome displeasing unto
British eye ! With diadem hight foolscap , lo ! a fiend , A little fiend that scoffs
incessantly , There sits in parchment robe arrayed , and by His side is hung a
seal ...
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Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen , ( Ere War uprose in his volcanic
rage ) , With braided tresses bounding o ' er the green , While on the gay dance
shone Night ' s lover - loving Queen ? LXXXII . Oh ! many a time , and oft CHILDE
...
Who late so free as Spanish girls were seen , ( Ere War uprose in his volcanic
rage ) , With braided tresses bounding o ' er the green , While on the gay dance
shone Night ' s lover - loving Queen ? LXXXII . Oh ! many a time , and oft CHILDE
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Page 13 - 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 78 - 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 15 - 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 102 - 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 25 - 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 69 - 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 79 - 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 116 - 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 97 - 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 95 - 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 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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