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On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did
make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ruined
splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince ' s palace fair :
There ...
On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did
make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ruined
splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince ' s palace fair :
There ...
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Peace to the perished ! may the warrior ' s meed And tears of triumph their reward
prolong ! Til others fall where other chieftain ' s lead Thy name shall circle round
the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient XLIV .
Peace to the perished ! may the warrior ' s meed And tears of triumph their reward
prolong ! Til others fall where other chieftain ' s lead Thy name shall circle round
the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient XLIV .
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... Not here War ' s clarion , but Love ' s rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his
votaries enthralls ; And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight : rounds : Girt
with the silent crimes of Capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottring
walls .
... Not here War ' s clarion , but Love ' s rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his
votaries enthralls ; And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight : rounds : Girt
with the silent crimes of Capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottring
walls .
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... Bid man be valiant ere lle merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how
much Hath Phoebus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother
from his amorous clutch ! Who round the North for paler dames would seek ?
... Bid man be valiant ere lle merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how
much Hath Phoebus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother
from his amorous clutch ! Who round the North for paler dames would seek ?
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But ne ' er didt thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant
base a brighter choir , Nor e ' er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian
hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song ...
But ne ' er didt thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant
base a brighter choir , Nor e ' er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian
hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song ...
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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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