The works of lord ByronBernh. Tauchnitz., 1826 |
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Side 31
... face , like yonder Alpine - snow , perishably pure beyond all things below . Lair Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view hue : There is too much of man here , to look through With a fit mind ...
... face , like yonder Alpine - snow , perishably pure beyond all things below . Lair Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view hue : There is too much of man here , to look through With a fit mind ...
Side 41
... face of heaven , which , from afar , Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues , From the rich sunset to the rising star , Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ...
... face of heaven , which , from afar , Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues , From the rich sunset to the rising star , Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ...
Side 49
... face Of thy cave - guarded spring , with years un- wrinkled , Reflects the meek - eyed genius of the place , Whose green , wild margin now no more erase Art's works ; nor must the delicate waters sleep , Prison'd in marble ; bubbling ...
... face Of thy cave - guarded spring , with years un- wrinkled , Reflects the meek - eyed genius of the place , Whose green , wild margin now no more erase Art's works ; nor must the delicate waters sleep , Prison'd in marble ; bubbling ...
Side 53
... face to face , as thou dost now His Holy of Holies , nor be blasted by his The starry fable of the milky way Has not thy story's purity ; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray , And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Reverse of her ...
... face to face , as thou dost now His Holy of Holies , nor be blasted by his The starry fable of the milky way Has not thy story's purity ; it is A constellation of a sweeter ray , And sacred Nature triumphs more in this Reverse of her ...
Side 63
... face to heaven , Fall'n Hassan lies - his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And er him bends that foe with brow A dark as his that bled below . Tes . Leila ...
... face to heaven , Fall'n Hassan lies - his unclosed eye Yet lowering on his enemy , As if the hour that seal'd his fate Surviving left his quenchless hate ; And er him bends that foe with brow A dark as his that bled below . Tes . Leila ...
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Adah Aholibamah Anah Arbaces Arnold art thou aught Barb bear beauty behold Beleses beneath Bert blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Cain call'd dare dark dead death deep Doge doth dread e'er earth eyes fair fame father fear feel Foscari Gabor gaze Giaour glory grave hand hate hath heard heart heaven honour hope hour Idenst Japhet Josephine Juan king knew lady leave less Lioni live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lored Lucifer Manf Marina mortal Myrrha ne'er never night nought o'er once Pania pass'd passion Sard Sardanapalus satraps scarce seem'd shore Siegend Siegendorf sigh sire slave sleep smile soul spirit Stralenh stranger Suwarrow sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd twas twill Ulric unto voice wave Werner whate'er wild words young youth
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Side 62 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled ; The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress ; (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Side 56 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Side 62 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Side 135 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Side 135 - I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before, I saw the glimmer of the sun Creeping as it before had done, But through the crevice where it came...
Side 20 - 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 unroll'd.
Side 49 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Side 576 - TITAN ! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense ; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain...
Side 584 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Side 171 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, "Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.