The Works of Lord Byron, Volume 1Carey, 1843 |
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... bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 14 CANTO I. CHILDE ...
... bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 14 CANTO I. CHILDE ...
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... bear the chiefest prize away , And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array . XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ; The shouts ...
... bear the chiefest prize away , And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array . XLI . Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice ; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high ; Three gaudy standards flout the pale blue skies ; The shouts ...
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... Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : ( 1 ) ( 1 ) The red cockade , with " Fernando Septimo " in the centre . Wo to the man that walks in public view Without 24 CANTO I. CHILDE ...
... Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : ( 1 ) ( 1 ) The red cockade , with " Fernando Septimo " in the centre . Wo to the man that walks in public view Without 24 CANTO I. CHILDE ...
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... bears his touch : ( 1 ) Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from ...
... bears his touch : ( 1 ) Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from ...
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... bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt . LXIV . But ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did ...
... bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt . LXIV . But ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did ...
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Page 174 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd 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 hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 101 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
Page 137 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Page 113 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 155 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady...
Page 472 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Page 101 - 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...
Page 186 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror, 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 46 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 303 - 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...