The Poetical Works of Lord ByronJohn Murray, 1859 - 827 pages |
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... less kind they had been more candid . Returning , there- fore , to all and each my best thanks for their libe- rality , on one point alone shall I venture an ob- servation . Amongst the many objections justly urged to the very ...
... less kind they had been more candid . Returning , there- fore , to all and each my best thanks for their libe- rality , on one point alone shall I venture an ob- servation . Amongst the many objections justly urged to the very ...
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... less striking than the approach from the isles . In our second land excursion , we had a narrow escape from a party of Mainotes , concealed in the caverns beneath . We were told afterwards , by one of their prisoners , subsequently ...
... less striking than the approach from the isles . In our second land excursion , we had a narrow escape from a party of Mainotes , concealed in the caverns beneath . We were told afterwards , by one of their prisoners , subsequently ...
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... less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert , Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert . XXXVIII . Oh , more or less than man - in high or low , Battling with nations , flying from the field ; Now making monarchs ...
... less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert , Who deem'd thee for a time whate'er thou didst assert . XXXVIII . Oh , more or less than man - in high or low , Battling with nations , flying from the field ; Now making monarchs ...
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... less elate Than mightier heroes of a longer date . What want these outlaws 2 conquerors should have But History's purchased page to call them great ? A wider space , an ornamented grave ? [ brave . Their hopes were not less warm , their ...
... less elate Than mightier heroes of a longer date . What want these outlaws 2 conquerors should have But History's purchased page to call them great ? A wider space , an ornamented grave ? [ brave . Their hopes were not less warm , their ...
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... less successful invasions . A few still remain , not- withstanding the pains taken by the Burgundians for ages ( all who passed that way removing a hone to their own Country ) , and the less justifiable larcenies of the Swiss pos- tions ...
... less successful invasions . A few still remain , not- withstanding the pains taken by the Burgundians for ages ( all who passed that way removing a hone to their own Country ) , and the less justifiable larcenies of the Swiss pos- tions ...
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Page 58 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 28 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 28 - 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!
Page 28 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 58 - 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 deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 29 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Page 135 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 122 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 40 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Page 54 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.