The Complete Poetical Works of Lord ByronHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 1055 pages |
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... tell . Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps : Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! VI Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals ...
... tell . Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps : Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! VI Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals ...
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... tell . On Marston , with Rupert , ' gainst traitors contending , Four brothers enrich'd with their blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch their country defending , Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd . 20 Shades ...
... tell . On Marston , with Rupert , ' gainst traitors contending , Four brothers enrich'd with their blood the bleak field ; For the rights of a monarch their country defending , Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd . 20 Shades ...
Page 127
... Tell me , ye hoary few , who glide along , The feeble veterans of some former throng , Whose friends , like autumn leaves by tem- pests whirl'd , Are swept for ever from this busy world ; Revolve the fleeting moments of your youth ...
... Tell me , ye hoary few , who glide along , The feeble veterans of some former throng , Whose friends , like autumn leaves by tem- pests whirl'd , Are swept for ever from this busy world ; Revolve the fleeting moments of your youth ...
Page 128
... tell me to mix with mankind ; I cannot deny such a precept is wise ; But retirement accords with the tone of my mind , I will not descend to a world I despise . Did the senate or camp my exertions re- quire , 128 HOURS OF IDLENESS.
... tell me to mix with mankind ; I cannot deny such a precept is wise ; But retirement accords with the tone of my mind , I will not descend to a world I despise . Did the senate or camp my exertions re- quire , 128 HOURS OF IDLENESS.
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... tell , • Friendship is Love without his wings ! ' 60 In one , and one alone , deceived , Did I my error mourn ? No- from oppressive bonds relieved , I left the wretch to scorn . I turn'd to those my childhood knew , With feelings warm ...
... tell , • Friendship is Love without his wings ! ' 60 In one , and one alone , deceived , Did I my error mourn ? No- from oppressive bonds relieved , I left the wretch to scorn . I turn'd to those my childhood knew , With feelings warm ...
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Adah Anah art thou aught bear beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Cæs Cain Calmar Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds deep Doge dost dread dream earth fair fame fate father fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hand hath hear heart heaven hope hour Iden Juan king Lady less Lioni live look look'd lord Lucifer Marino Faliero Michel Steno Morgante mortal Myrrha ne'er never night o'er once PANIA pass'd passion poem SARDANAPALUS satraps scarce scene seem'd shore Sieg Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile song soul spirit Stral strange sweet sword tears thee thine things Thomas Moore thou art thou hast thought turn'd Venice voice wave weep words youth
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Page 38 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Page 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 81 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 43 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 44 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round; The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
Page 311 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...
Page 55 - Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was;— her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
Page 213 - OUR life is two-fold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence.