The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Reprinted from the Last London Ed. Containing, Besides the Notes and Illustrations by Moore, Walter Scott, Campbell &c., Considerable Additions and Original Notes. To which is Prefixed a Life by Thomas MooreJ. Baer, 1846 |
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Side 18
... wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth , When Angus hail'd his eldest - born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note ...
... wave . Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth , When Angus hail'd his eldest - born ; The vassals round their chieftain's hearth Crowd to applaud the happy morn . They feast upon the mountain deer , The pibroch raised its piercing note ...
Side 19
... waves prolong his stay ; Yet Oscar's bark is seldom slow . " " Oh , no ! " the anguish'd sire rejoin'd , " Nor chase , nor wave , my boy delay ; Would he to Mora seem unkind ? Would aught to her impede his way ? " Oh , search , ye ...
... waves prolong his stay ; Yet Oscar's bark is seldom slow . " " Oh , no ! " the anguish'd sire rejoin'd , " Nor chase , nor wave , my boy delay ; Would he to Mora seem unkind ? Would aught to her impede his way ? " Oh , search , ye ...
Side 21
... wave , For they were stain'd with kindred blood . What minstrel grey , what hoary bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouch'd , the harp must stand , No minstrel ...
... wave , For they were stain'd with kindred blood . What minstrel grey , what hoary bard , Shall Allan's deeds on harp - strings raise ? But who can strike a murderer's praise ? Unstrung , untouch'd , the harp must stand , No minstrel ...
Side 33
... wave thy walls within . Of changing sentinels the distant hum , [ brow , The mirth of feasts , the clang of burnish'd arms , The braying trumpe , and the hoarser drum , Unite in concert with increased alarms . An abbey once , a regal ...
... wave thy walls within . Of changing sentinels the distant hum , [ brow , The mirth of feasts , the clang of burnish'd arms , The braying trumpe , and the hoarser drum , Unite in concert with increased alarms . An abbey once , a regal ...
Side 36
... waves in limpid currents stray ; While yonder few search out some green retreat , And arbours shade them from the ... wave The sighing weeds that hide their nameless grave . superfluous it would be useless to enumerate qualifications ...
... waves in limpid currents stray ; While yonder few search out some green retreat , And arbours shade them from the ... wave The sighing weeds that hide their nameless grave . superfluous it would be useless to enumerate qualifications ...
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Albanians Ali Pacha Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Calmar Canto Childe Harold dare dark dead dear death deeds Doge Doge of Venice dread dream earth Edinburgh Review fair Faliero fame fate fear feel foes gaze Giaour glory grave Greece Greek hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Italy lady less letter Lioni live look Lord Byron Marino Faliero Michel Steno mind mortal mountains muse ne'er never night noble o'er once palace Parisina pass'd passion Petrarch poem poet poetry Ravenna round scarce scene seem'd shore sigh smile song soul Southey spirit stanzas tears thee thine thing thou thought tomb Venetian Venice verse voice wave wild words young youth εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ
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Side 283 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Side 126 - 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...
Side 126 - 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!
Side 162 - 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...
Side 135 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, —'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Side 162 - 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...
Side 162 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Side 163 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Side 158 - 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.
Side 126 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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!